Things are still kinda crappy. I'm having a really hard time finding a job. I think I am getting mad at myself because I don't know what I want. Half of what I do is what other people are telling me to do, and I hate that. I feel like if I didn't have the influence of other people's opinions, I would be doing something completely different. But because I wouldn't be doing what other people think I should do, then something is wrong with it.
At this point I really don't care where I would work. A job is a job, money is money, and it's all going to be gone in the end, anyway. It's hard for me to hate a job and everyone there, usually I really like one or the other.
Joey and I are still going. I really don't have anything to complain about with him. We have fun together, and right now I'm at the point where it would be hard to imagine what I would do with my time if we weren't together. I love the fact that he puts up with my shit. I find something to be mad about all the time, and he always puts up with it. Secretly it's what keeps me interested. Sometimes I've even thought that I might be bipolar.