Helping myself

My mood. My Mind. 

   July 20th. Recommended me to go downtown and read a book, somewhere, alone. I did manage to get up, get dressed, board the bus, find a place fast enough, a place with a seemingly comfortable couch instead  of just wooden chairs like most coffee shops. So I ordered a homemade lemonade - my favourite - and opened my book to page 564 where I'd left it last, rolled me a cigarette.

   July 21st. A month or two ago, I had first picked up the phone and made a few phone calls, in a brief attempt to find a job maybe. I now picked up the phone again; this time, without a friend by my side to encourage me.

   July 22nd. One of the people who answered me yesterday asked me to meet up and so I walked. I walked for more than half an hour, since I had underestimated the distance I had to cover. It went well, I hope they'll call me. I really do.