I wake in the morning, brew coffee, go to work, and sleep.
It's not the life of dreams but I take comfort in the predictability. Though working two jobs is killing me, at least my lack of availability keeps me from manifesting any sort of lack in stability. Consider me an absentee from the social scene and remember me fondly.
I'm not sorry. I'm doing me and if that's something you can't see, then I'll kindly ask you to leave. Just remember to shut the door softly.
But don't think the death of my childhood doesn't haunt me.