In which I recount my state of mind
I'm updating because Thea told me to.
I haven't had a lot to update lately.
Quit my job. Hate my life right now. Unemployment sucks. I've hurt my wrist and it hurts a lot. I feel useless and awful. Brian's been wonderful. Beyond wonderful. He's even cool with me being a crying mopey mess.
I've been playing a lot of video games. I'm trying to spend the time writing but it's kind of hard for my to want to express the beauty of the world when I can't get past my own wallowing.
I'm applying to lots of places but nothing yet. I hate having nothing to do. And feeling like I should be taken out to pasture and shot.
I'm pretty madly in love with Brian. He's pretty madly in love with me. I'm super happy with him and I'd be pretty content to spend the rest of my life with him. I can't wait until we've got our own place, wherever we end up. He's allergic to cats. He hasn't asked me to get rid of them and I don't think he would, but he's pretty convinced he won't be able to live in a place with cats. That's got me pretty worked up, on occasion.
I need motivation. I need a job. I need to feel like I can take care of myself again.
I don't regret quitting my job, and it's less often now that I feel like a ridiculous drama queen for quitting. There was some fucked up shit going on.
I haven't had a lot to update lately.
Quit my job. Hate my life right now. Unemployment sucks. I've hurt my wrist and it hurts a lot. I feel useless and awful. Brian's been wonderful. Beyond wonderful. He's even cool with me being a crying mopey mess.
I've been playing a lot of video games. I'm trying to spend the time writing but it's kind of hard for my to want to express the beauty of the world when I can't get past my own wallowing.
I'm applying to lots of places but nothing yet. I hate having nothing to do. And feeling like I should be taken out to pasture and shot.
I'm pretty madly in love with Brian. He's pretty madly in love with me. I'm super happy with him and I'd be pretty content to spend the rest of my life with him. I can't wait until we've got our own place, wherever we end up. He's allergic to cats. He hasn't asked me to get rid of them and I don't think he would, but he's pretty convinced he won't be able to live in a place with cats. That's got me pretty worked up, on occasion.
I need motivation. I need a job. I need to feel like I can take care of myself again.
I don't regret quitting my job, and it's less often now that I feel like a ridiculous drama queen for quitting. There was some fucked up shit going on.