Resumes of old.

There's nothing more pathetic than looking down at the resume you're writing and the lies you scribble all over it.

Why doesn't it say what I'm really trying to hide?

Uneducated, no direction for a future, too young to know much.

I can smother the truth with a wealth of whatever I can dream up or fake well enough to make believable, but for what? Another shitty job? Slim amounts of money so I can pretend one day I'll make it to college?

I'm not upset or disheartened by losing my job, but by doing so I'm thrust back into thinking of what I need and want to do. At least I could lose myself in the monotony of work and punch my troubles out with someone else standing in front of me. Now I have to get up knowing I'm stuck again, just looking around for fuck knows what.

Because when I stop and start thinking, that I realize all the people I'm missing.