I can't work in sales. Nor can I accept failure very well. Nor can I deal with unsettled issues. These things combined just make me more miserable.

This must stop.

18 isn't very old.

I started working as a bookseller at Books-A-Million. It's hard because people will ask me where books are and I will look in any section other than Fiction and it is seemingly impossible to find anything. One lady from Carthage asked for The Diary of Anne Frank. When I looked on the computer to see if we had it, I only saw no. So I told her that she would have to order it. She did and it cost her about $16.

Later that night, I was organizing the books, and I found 2 copies of The Diary of Anne Frank. One was $3.99... I felt very bad.

Selling books is hard. Next time you go to a bookstore, please re-shelve your books.