It’s volunteer once again.
But oh well, paid jobs aren’t so easy to get a hold of when you don’t have the experience.
Still no writing, but at least one side of importance is in focus.
And being 23 just makes me angry. I think it’s because I’m 23. Going on 33.
And I got drenched.
So I’m sinking in September.
But I’m not drowning.
I can swim a little, you know!