I hate the moments when I feel lost, when my life feels so meaningless. Wait, not meaningless, but directionless. I just feel as if I'm going through the motions and for what? My life seems to lack inertia, and I know it's got to come from somewhere inside me. I need to want to go out there, and find a job, to provide for Baby Girl.

It's just... What the fuck am I doing with my life? I'm 28 and I still have no idea what I want to do. Is that how I'm going to live the rest of my life? I'm sure it's not, but it's hard not to feel that way sometimes.

Do you know what it's like to send out resume after resume and not have one phone call? It sucks. Hard. And what can I do about it, but send out more?

I'm not saying all these employment woes would be gone if Pablo were still here. But he'd sure as hell make it a lot easier to deal with. He was my rock, and I miss his emotional support.