Sort of the same feelings as when I made the terrible economic choice to move in with Gavin. I don't like mooching off my parents and I don't like having them still dictate my existence to me. It's not too bad, but I'm becoming increasingly frustrated with it.
Work is increasing my usual bitterness, I just will never understand the inability of some people to adapt to the fact that we no longer live in 1970.
I just am not where I wanted to be right now, and things are all moving at what feels like an incredibly slow pace.
I also feel abysmally alone. I've been finding things to distract me recently, but it's creeping back.
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Work is increasing my usual bitterness, I just will never understand the inability of some people to adapt to the fact that we no longer live in 1970.
I just am not where I wanted to be right now, and things are all moving at what feels like an incredibly slow pace.
I also feel abysmally alone. I've been finding things to distract me recently, but it's creeping back.
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