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[Cian (DELETED 8129)]

April 13th 2016,

Just made it to this city, only to find out the job I applied for wasn't here. It was fake. The company doesn't even exist. Have no idea what I'm gonna do now, other than try to pick up another one, and quick. Already sold my house and I can't go back. Not that I would- my hometown isn't too keen on people like me, after all.
Don't know why I'm writing this down. Seems a little crazy to me. But hell, maybe when I have kids, I can show them how I got to be who I become. Ha, like that's gonna happen. I'm already pushing closer to 30 as it is.
Yeah, so goals. Because I need goals.

• 1. Find a hotel in this place. A decent one, and not the roach motel I stayed in last night in the last town I was in. Jesus, how many roaches can one room hold?
  2. Find a job. I'm pretty sure I can make it about two weeks on my funds before I start to run out. If that won't work, I'll start selling off possessions. Hate to lose my stuff though. I'll even go back to busting my *** waiting tables if I have to.
  3. Get a new tat. Okay, that isn't a need, but I'd like one. Maybe after I get that job. That'd be pretty sweet. Already thinking about the design I want and everything.
  4. Hit up the nightlife. Try to find some people, make a connection. I stay isolated, and I'm gonna go nuts. Maybe this should be further up the list.
  5. Be comfortable with where I am now. This is my life for the moment. Stay positive about it and hope for the best.

So I guess that's it for this one. Hopefully when I write again, I can have more positive news. Hell, maybe I'll even be able to send a letter to the folks.
Cian Duane O'Shea

[Cian (DELETED 8129)]

April 14th, 2016

People aren't as friendly as y'all think. Guess it's a northern thing. I can't tell you how much I miss that front porch swing and ice cold sweet tea. Or bonfires and friends on a Friday night.

Not that I can go back, but it's still nice to reminisce.

Managed to find a help/advice column online though, and an internet cafe. There are a lot of them here. I'm guessing these folks don't get outside a whole lot. All the cold weather?
Anyway, I'm applying left and right, and asking a couple people online for advice. This is the way that the world works now. Outside of old hometowns and sleepy little ways. Momma would laugh at my confusion. She always likes to tell me I'm stuck in the past, clinging to the old ways.

Hell, maybe she's right.

I called mom and dad this morning, as soon as I figured they were up. They sounded happy enough to hear from me, and told me of all the small town news. Suppose nothing changes and nothing stays the same back home.
Guess I'll write more later in this notebook when I have more to say. May be a few days. Right now, I'm just living for tomorrow, and working as hard as I can on today.

But we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Cian Duane O'Shea