I was a 23 year old college graduate living in a state of purgatory more unfulfilling and limbo-like than that of Dante Alighieri himself. Stuck in a place lined with ice and resentment, detached from a heart trying to keep warm by residing 1011 miles away, I found solace only in morning coffee often turned late-afternoon coffee and various forms of communication with those closer to my distant heart.
Ok. Now I have to edit past tense to present and remove traces of victimization by explaining that I have practically single-handedly created this entire situation. Was it propelled by some greater-good tail wind blowing me in a direction towards a purpose untraceable by even the most honest parts of my heart? Or proof that I am a deadbeat jackass who best get her head on straight before attempting to continue on living? Because this sure ain't a life with which I'd like to keep on keeping on.
What a shame. So miserable, surrounded by a buffer of months and miles through which I've plowed and must continue plowing to break free of these shackles. It's as if I am a twenty first century David Copperfield and have strapped myself into a straight jacket, suspended myself hundreds of feet above solid ground and made a bet between myself and the heavens to make it out alive. I despise you, Copperfield.
-Mosephine's on the pursuit of happiness
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