Had a John Locke moment earlier today. Actually two.
Job searching and apartment searching when you’re currently unemployed and tapped out on funds can be frustrating. Very frustrating. I know that everything happens for a reason and a great good will come of this, but it’s hard to keep that faith when the last few months have been filled with endless stress and worry. So I broke down. I feel loads better now, but my breakdown went a little something like the video above… minus the jungle and giant ass hatch.
No worries, I’ve regained focus and composure. Guess I just needed to let it all out. Haven’t done so in months. I’ll be okay. It’ll all work out. Everything will be just fine. The Universe won’t let me down. :)
Side note, I really really really miss LOST.







