(i originally tried posting this april 9th)
it's highly depressive and whiney.
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i want a job but i don't want to take the subway to and from work every day.
it's such a depressing place. everyone always looks so sad.
and i hate it and it smells.
i have grown obsessive-compulsive about my wallet and it's whereabouts whenever i go out in public to buy something. if i go to the bank it's 10 times worse. when will i stop being afraid that someone's going to steal it again? i guess never.
i need to find a way to make money that doesn't involve cubicles. i miss my own paycheck. i miss having my own money. the only things i've thought of doing so far are getting paid to take pictures and/or making things and selling them.
i really wonder where my passion went.
nothing really interests me these days except for bryan and his family.
i don't go out of my way to be social.
too many things i was supposed to do this week involve alcohol.
drinking is just such a bad idea right now.