I hate telling other people about my problems. In my experience, nobody actually cares.
So I try to measure the amount of bad news I give to my friends. When I have no good news, as it has been in the last times, I don't tell anything.
Now I want to tell you that I'm partially recovered. I have two jobs. I work at my mom's company to keep my family up and running, and I also work as a night watcher to get some money for me, buying books and clothes. I got tired of the holes in my trousers.
I don't like the watcher/doormat job, but it has some pros. I spent almost 14 hours a day just reading, exercising for my exams and writing. I started a new novel based on a dream I had, about a skyscraper where the tenants are old men and women who are cannibals. All of them make a self sufficient society in the middle of the city. I hope I can finish two or three novels to join contests next year.
I gave up on looking for a job in the metal forming industry, or any industry. My plan now is to go China to study an MBA after graduating. Is the only thing I can do. All the other doors seem to be closed.
By the way, I'm thinking in becoming religious. Which religion do you advice me: muslim, mormon, catholic, etc. I wold prefer a religion where people helps each other.
Get a hug from here. I have plenty.
