Ok, so writing can sometimes help make me feel a bit better. I am stressed beyond belief right now. I probably won’t be able to do counselling. There’s other family stuff going on that I don’t really want to go into here. And there’s the whole stuff with The Situation that I’m also not really going to go into. It’s too much. This year is so crap. I am done with optimism. And I am so tempted to say I am done with trusting people, but that's not strictly true. I’ll keep trusting those who have given me good reason to trust them. But that’s it. Grrrrr. I have had enough of this year already. At least the nits were easy to treat. In fact I think they’ve been the easiest problem to deal with this year. Eradicated within two days. I wish the other problems and stresses would go away as well. I wish I could just throw a comb at them and be done. So yeah, I just needed to whinge some more without giving anything away. I’m not sure I actually feel better either. I will in time though. And I’ve got my volunteer job to go to tomorrow. I will hopefully enjoy that until I have to give it up. And if I give it up, it means I’ve got a job. As in a proper paid job. That’ll be a good thing. But I daren’t get my hopes up about a job, because then I won’t get one. Grrrrr. Stress. Not fun.
No comments:
Post a Comment