Misery Loves Company.
I'm never sure what to put down here anymore. Sure, we could recap life, but honestly.. what's the point to all of it? Just a memoir that I could read back on one year later and feel sad. I'm so irritated I even read my old entries. Why did I always feel like I was changing? I wasn't changing. I was just latching onto other people for survival. They sustained a happy feeling inside of me.
I don't want to do that anymore. Ever.
I'm looking for a job. I need one within a couple weeks or I have to move back home. I don't want to live there again. I remember how miserable it was. I hated it. I hated my room, and my mother. I don't want to hate my mother. But everything happens for a reason. So I hope the job happens.