You gotta be kidding me
I'm not in a good place, emotionally or mentally. Someone I care deeply about has gotten in trouble, and I can't do anything at all to help. I haven't even heard from him, which of course leads to panicking and catastrophizing. I'm trying hard to be hopeful and patient, but it's not easy.
My car still doesn't work, and I still don't have the money to fix it, nevermind register and insure it to get it back on the road. I've been making do with the bus and rides, but it's very difficult to be in this position. I feel like the walls are closing in on me.
I have no idea what I'm supposed to do once I'm out of the shelter. I'm out of ideas, out of hope, just sort of sliding along, desperately hoping that something will turn up. I wish the good things my Tarot cards keep promising would start turning up already. It grows harder and harder to hold on with each failure.
Also, they cut my shift at work today. I hate this piddling little job, I really do. I could have had this type of crap-ass part-time retail nonsense without going $41,000 into debt to get a good education.
I wish I knew how to make this good education start working for me.
*sigh* Something's gotta come up sooner or later, right? I mean, I keep persisting in my efforts, such as they are, so something's got to pay off eventually, right? Right?
...and I had such a nice day yesterday, until it all went to shit, too. Phooey.
My car still doesn't work, and I still don't have the money to fix it, nevermind register and insure it to get it back on the road. I've been making do with the bus and rides, but it's very difficult to be in this position. I feel like the walls are closing in on me.
I have no idea what I'm supposed to do once I'm out of the shelter. I'm out of ideas, out of hope, just sort of sliding along, desperately hoping that something will turn up. I wish the good things my Tarot cards keep promising would start turning up already. It grows harder and harder to hold on with each failure.
Also, they cut my shift at work today. I hate this piddling little job, I really do. I could have had this type of crap-ass part-time retail nonsense without going $41,000 into debt to get a good education.
I wish I knew how to make this good education start working for me.
*sigh* Something's gotta come up sooner or later, right? I mean, I keep persisting in my efforts, such as they are, so something's got to pay off eventually, right? Right?
...and I had such a nice day yesterday, until it all went to shit, too. Phooey.