The Things We Don't Know

Who Am I?

The day I graduated I moved back into my parents house. It seemed like the logical option for someone like me, a twenty-two year old English major who really had no idea what to do with their life. I had a passion for writing poems and for music, mostly the lyrics although I did make many of my own instrumentals. Unfortunately, that doesn't really make for a career unless you're either very very very good or get lucky. So I started out on a job hunt, found a 'good' gig at a local restaurant, and settled into the next step in my life.

I hated every second of it.

I tried to stay positive, but with my job barely paying off my student loans, and my degree being nearly worthless, it became very hard.