recovered journals
A group chat message from a friend reads "I figured it out. Meet me at the bridge at 9." Nobody went. The next morning, her car was found there — empty.
Small college town
Grateful for the quiet tonight, even if I’m feeling a bit heavy. The coworker conflict at work is escalating, and it’s annoying how it weighs on me, especially when I should be celebrating the project win. I really thought I could find clarity with everything going on, but that lingering thought of being laid off keeps creeping back in. I used to view my job as a way to make an impact, but now it's feeling like a tether instead of a path. Had a decent time with friends last week—Lily and Mike actually made me laugh, which is nice. Just wish I felt a real connection rather than this sense of loneliness. Maybe I should reach out? And with the family gathering coming up, I can’t shake the feeling of pressure lurking just beneath the surface. Seeing Dad will be a challenge. It makes me wonder if I’m getting further from his idea of success or if I’m just choosing a different path. Just wish things didn’t feel so aimless all the time. The news about Ava is still hanging over us. Emily and I overheard her talking about being frustrated with her work—can’t shake the feeling that deeper issues are behind everything. If only I could figure out how to help my friends—maybe that’s where I’ll find purpose beyond the job. Honestly, it’s exhausting trying to tackle this heaviness while figuring out everything else. Just want some clarity.