“Thank you,” I say to the cashier as I leave the store poorer.
I wish that I hadn’t lost my job at the bookstore. I knew that if I did not go to work I would be fired, but I still didn’t go. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been exhausted. I don’t have the motivation to wake up in the morning, let alone the drive to go to a bookstore and interact with people.