Don’t like myself very much. Like now… What the hell am I doing? This isn’t how I am, so why do I keep doing all these things? Ugh.

Is work work work. Not that I’m complaining, I’m psyched to finally have a job after all the searching. I’m doing a lot better than I thought I could, I get more comfortable talking to people each and everyday. I actually sketched when I got home today. Though all I draw lately is faces it still felt nice to be creative for the first time in weeks. If only I could fit in some crocheting then I would be completely content.