So things are going. I think I might lose my mind, but they are still going. I haven't found a job, and at this juncture I'm about ready to find a sugar daddy. I mean, as per Ronnie Michalek, I *AM* a gold-digger (and as per me, Ronnie, you're still a fuckin deadbeat piece of white trash.)
I have felt like a hot mess lately. My room is in shambles...so is the rest of the house. I'm going to just throw all my shit out. I'm too lazy to go through it! I can't wait til I get to be a fucking adult. GUH!
I mean, normally I would fall to pieces at this point in chaos. My unemployment is messed up, my insurance is expensive, I have no income, I have more than my share of shit laying around my house... I swear. But I'm not falling apart. And it's the best feeling to know I can keep it together even in the worst of times.
To help mend the early mid-life crisis I think I'm going to volunteer for a suicide hotline. I have the time for training right now, and it's only 4 hours a week. It's the least I can do knowing what I do about depression and feeling hopeless. I feel so blessed to be out of that darkness and I shouldn't keep it for just me.
Also, I like a boy. A lot. And he told me he likes me too. (we checked boxes on a note.) (no we didn't.) So, I won't get all detailed and gooey but I will say I like how it's going. ;)
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