August 8th, 2009

i walk this empty road

I need to get out. I need to get out now.

Okay, LJ, I need your help.

No matter what happens, I'm moving back to Atlanta by the end of the month, for those of you who don't remember my contract with self.

Panic is starting to kick in, and being here too long is starting to take a toll on my mental health, which is something that the family just doesn't understand. I haven't been able to write anything serious in Dr. Nbook. Speaking of Dr. Nbook, I haven't touched it all week. I haven't been able to do math. Reading is difficult if it's more than a few sentences and more serious than an Internet article, and sometimes I can't concentrate on that. I spend a lot of time staring into space and wondering what to do next and just wondering about things in general. I haven't heard from anyone re: jobs, and paying the bills is significantly harder sans job (including getting my meds), but you need a job or some source of income to find a place to live. It's a vicious cycle.

To cut this cycle, I'm moving. If employers want local folks, they can have another local folk. Now I need your help.

This means I need your help, Atlanta people.

I need a place to live. My only huge constraints are inexpensive and near a Marta line since, well, I can't drive. Other than that I'm pretty open.

Also, even if you don't know anything or anyone, any general tips are welcome.