X’s job had been going very well. He’d enjoyed all the perks of his new job including travel. Traveling around the United States had always been something X had wanted to do. He was now doing it, on the company’s credit card. It had been a period of rest for him, without worries. His new job had given him a sense of purpose and it kept his mind off the loss of his mother. Or so he’d thought it did. In the office, he’d met some new friends. He’d gone out with one friend in particular who had a friend named J.J. X had been attracted to J.J. from the start. They had the same interests and had ‘clicked’ right away. They’d hung out with each other for awhile as friends, then J.J. had decided she’d let her and X be more than just friends. Shortly afterwards, they’d become companions.
It’d seemed that everything had come together for X. In one year’s time, his life had drastically changed. He’d got a new job, new apartment, a new girlfriend and new experiences. It’d seemed that he was on top of the world.
Then why, he’d asked himself, was he so miserable inside?
Why does he continue to abuse himself with alcohol?
Why does he get so angry at the most miniscule thing wrong?
Why does he feel like a ticking bomb, waiting to explode?
Why is he so impatient?
Why is he so angry?
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