There's no better job. My living situation is not temporary. No better political atmosphere. No companionship, no real friends. No ebbing, no flowing, just this No grad school No better tomorrows. No worse tomorrow either. Just this.
I'm not complaining about my life. I appreciate how privileged I am. It's just that I keep telling myself that it'll get better in the future. That settling is not an option. That if I hang tight, it'll start looking up.