Depressed.
No overtime for me. Maybe ever. Okay, if I ever start working at home I will work OT. This sucks.
I know I’m depressed when going to the library is not fun. I went to the self help section but I knew none of those books could possibly help me or give me insight. Going to the travel section (my fave) was equally depressing because if I can’t do OT, should I be planning a “Carolinas” road trip this summer? I’m so deflated.
Even the true crime section bummed me out. What the point? Will I even read the books I checked out? Can I afford to read library books? (sarcasm).
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself”
Anyway, a new person called me about Avon and that is the last thing I want to deal with right now but I feel like I have to call her back…today. fuck.
And what about my fun metal jewelry making class? Argh. I have the application. And what about yoga? woe is me.
I don’t want to admit it but typing this out made me feel a little better.
I will keep breathing even though I’m not alive.
