Bad. Just rotting in the house unable to do anything I'm supposed to be doing. I need to get the fuck out of this house.
I'm slowly adapting to living in the survival mindset. Looking at the last few days througu thst lens, I've improved considerably from my lowest, albeit it's very humiliating that my achievements are now "cooking instant ramen" and "taking out the trash"
Better! Sorted a lot of thoughts, wrote them down, talked to friends and most importantly had some incredible tasty cheesecake. Maye I am getting more stable. And clear.
Not great honestly.
I'm stuck in limbo between trying to foster friendships in the small town I live in (for now) and preparing myself to make new friends in another state. Doesn't help that I keep getting 'inconsistent' help, like my boss said today that if I kept working for him he'd try to find me somewhere to live nearby before I leave. But this is the same guy who denied my application to live on the 3rd floor... of the place he owns.
