It’s been shit. The past couple days I’ve been coming to work absolutely stressed out. My mind is not even here in terms of job performance, I don’t have any desire to do art.
I’ve been doing so much apartment searching that I do feel like my brain is going to explode. I don’t want to talk about it on Instagram, Facebook—anywhere. I’m sitting outside in my parking lot (on the clock) writing all this down. I’m trying to be strong; I’m trying to be brave; I’m trying to be the woman my mom raised me to be.
I’m just so tired, y’all. I’m so tired. I want to wake up from this nightmare, rollover, kiss Jim, and say, “We made it.”
Bekkah Roberts
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