I woke up feeling blah. Definitely not in a life-ending mood. I need to find a code word for that because it's too depressing to say it.
I feel okay I guess. Now my mind is stuck on this trip. Is it the right decision or is it fantasy. I mean it's definitely fantasy and I will probably be rolled up in a ball crying for part of it, if not most or all of it.
When do I get to give up? What does giving up look like?
I called back the remaining 2 therapists. I guess I figured why not at least try out more than one. I think that's what you're supposed to do anyway.
I wish I could just solve this life problem.
Strangely, I haven't spent much time downstairs since the summer started.
I went to look at something and I could smell cigarette smoke in the carpet. My dumb brother!
Potato chips for breakfast probably aren't the best way to start my morning, but here we are.
I had those Dan Dan noodles for dinner last night and that was tasty.
I can't figure out my office chair situation.
I bought another chair but the back rubs up against a sore spot. But it's better for my arm then the current chair. Now I have to figure out how to disassemble it and send it back.
It's weird how your heart can swell for someone and they not even think about you twice. The world is a cruel place.
How can I logically return to Seattle when I know everything about the trip is going to hurt me?
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