piss poor quality

I think I've been a bad friend because I'm not happy with myself either. And maybe that's why even when J tries, I still can't be a good girlfriend either. I have to think this through. I think I need a good first bang boat. And I need to be myself. But, I don't think I do well travelling alone.

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Over the week, ever since my former boss and former officemates surprised me with a visit, I'd been mulling over going back to the newspaper job I had before. This morning, when I woke up, I saw a text from Former Boss, and she was asking me if I already had a decision, because the Company President was endorsing an applicant. I didn't know what to reply just yet--I'd hated that job with so much passion, I also burst into tears, and yet I love the people and the company--so I took a shower first and asked for God to intercede.

As I dried my hair, another text from Former Boss came in. She said Company President was asking her to call the back seat banger. Apparently, he'd already committed to giving the applicant the job. Divine intervention, I think. And I said the same to Former Boss. She said it was sad nevertheless.

So once again, I'm option-less. I hope I don't stay aimless for long. Sniff.