I just wrote a six page letter explaining my current state of mind to my mom. If and only if I’m given the chance for an interview at LUSH, then I’m going to give it to her. I haven’t told her I reached out to try and get a job there. I don’t know why, but I’m paranoid she would shoot me down or something, so I made a long, long letter to explain everything and how I’ve thought the next few months of my life out far more than she thinks I have.

It felt good to type it up, even if she never sees it.