The Big Step

Yesterday at work, everything seemed to be going fairly well. During
my first break, I suddenly felt a bit sullen. Marcus showed up to try
to comfort me, but to no avail. I went back to work in the warehouse
with the others, and Jeffrey showed up. I told him before, as I told
the others, that I can't talk to them at work, so I ignored him.
Finally, after a couple hours, he left.

I decided enough was enough. During my lunch break, I made an
appointment with the psychiatric hospital. I'm not sure how I'm going
to pay for it, but perhaps this is the best option. I call it Option
Four.

Option One was ruled out a few months ago. Option Two was to try to
make things work out here in Los Angeles. Option Three... well, we're
not going to talk about Option Three just yet. And that was all I
had. But now, there's hope that Option Four will work out. Maybe.

Option Four begins on September 11th, a bit of an ominous day for the
US, but also two days after September 9th, which is a bit of an
ominous day in my personal life from several years ago when my
universe collapsed in on itself and I ended up in a state facility.

Option Four.