The Day After Christmas in My Apartment

It was late Friday morning, and I found myself sleeping with a black portfolio staring at a nineteenth century poet and not thinking about turning on cellular phone. I had been feeling domestic for ten months without having a job and living in my apartment and having my mom paying my bills. I feel totally out of energy and being over 30, I have seem to lose interest in everything.

All I have are fears of going outside and wondering if I ever going to be hurt by a male individual anytime soon. I just can't help but to cry during the middle of the night and during the early morning. I spent the whole day watching television, surfing online, vacuuming the carpet, taking down Christmas decorations, walking to my mailbox, sweeping and mopping floors, dusting tables, washing and drying clothes, and procrastinating.

I felt totally helpless because of not having any money to live on. When my mom arrived, she brought in food to cook for New Year's. I had to reheat the turkey, cornbread and dressing, while she was cooking turnip greens. She had to take a nap before going to work at 12:00am. Every time she leaves going to work, she advised me to lock the door with a chain lock and rod hook.

Every night, I would watch late night television before returning to my computer online.