"The world is broken."-- David Tennant
I haven't had much to say about immigration, partly due to historical knowledge of what the United States has done in South America, the consequences of which is being outdone by feet on the ground, or over run, and I have mixed sentiments about lack of mobility, given that conflicted collegiate emotions essentially resulted in a form of imprisonment I never intended, but this uptick of Guatemalan children has ended what I was considering as a serious fugue flight to the Lone Star state. I was going to email Greg Abbott. Expecting what? I'll never find out now. I am miserable, and have very little respect for Philadelphia as a modern African outpost, not quite as badly governed as Nigeria, but these are the devils I know, and I doubtlessly will not lose my head to a machete even if I may have to defend myself, and die, fighting off more inner city behaviors in the future-- this means I am not confident of my long term commitment with Karina, earning enough to be able to keep her, but at a significant arms length.
Why I really did this to myself, beneath my youthful turbulence, must amount to an astonishing level of self-hatred. My ex, in his way, offered the supposition that my heart was broken, and youthful obstinacy over rode rational objection in my short but adamant return to city of domicile, but it was a violent disruption I've obviously regretted. I can't really say that staying in Delaware County would have enabled a full recovery from previous domestic trauma, however. If I do manage a last relocation, this time I had better get it right.
I did not test the company on access to my financials, not yet. Hopelessness, because even if I agitate and win a victory or two, I still lose, just as I do laboring for Examiner. I am not angry at Clarity Media. I knew it was a spam market when I linked them to my online writing sample, but no matter what I do, I can't climb out of the hole to hell I've dug.
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