This fucking cough is keeping me awake. It needs to stop.
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
I would like to personally thank my idiot manager for deciding to update my schedule informing me I work tomorrow. The schedule is suppose to update on friday, not 4 days later!
Mom been asking multiple times a day if the company's gotten back to me yet on whether or not I got the job. It's driving me nuts. She doesn't understand that it takes time, and that there are multiple job candidates involved -- not just me. She just doesn't understand anything, and it's frustrating explaining to her because she likes being negative... saying if they really actually liked me, they would forget about everyone else that might have been good.
Um, no. Just no. It's easy for her to find work, on the other hand. She can go into any Vietnamese nail salon and ask for a job and they give it to here right then and there. No resume. No need to show proof of past experience and how good she is. Nothing but a license. So she thinks things work like this in every other job, especially ones that pay almost 6-figure salaries.
Today I got a friend request and a PM on Facebook from someone I haven't talk to/seen for almost a decade. We used to go to the same church. It made me feel weird. As if somehow, that puts me back in contact with my "old self", the depressed and socially anxious one... the one who was completely incapable of connecting with people because I didn't even understand who the hell I was... the one who was closeted and full of self-hatred. I don't like remembering what my life used to be like... it makes me physically sick.
my wife's underwear. they make my levis fit better but they're uncomfortable. can't wait for mine to get out of the dryer.
Having a hard time sleeping these days. Feel exhausted when awake, unable to sleep when I try.
I still have homework that I've been procrastinating about for a week, and I only have about two weeks left of classes...
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
Still awake at 2 AM, still exhausted, still stressed. And discouraged.
The more I grow up, the more I can't stand my mom. And I thought I hit my major breaking points already. Well, I have... but when it involves starting a new chapter in my life by starting my career and such, things feel just as frustrating. I guess it's because I know that I'll never truly be happy until I move out of this hellhole.
I'm experiencing those days where literally almost everything she does ticks me off. Just her being around me, or at home (like right now), pisses me off. Her presence just makes me feel so uncomfortable. The sound of her voice (doesn't help that she talks pretty loud) ticks me off.
She's going to go off the deep end when I move out because I'm going to be avoiding contact with her as much as possible. That's going to break her, and a part of me doesn't want that to happen, but at the same time... I don't even care. This is what happens when you treat your kids like absolute [BEEP] their whole lives.
Another awkward interview. I was so. Damn. Awkward.
I was talking about Thomas the train at one point.
You think I'm kidding. I'm not.
Ah sweetie why would you be at fault for my social retardness? This has been like, the most awkward week of my entire life.
And I've had a lot of awkward weeks.
This beats out everything. Even the time I allegedly drunk-molested a friend's boyfriend while his parents and little sister were at home, was kicked out with my shoes thrown at me, and banned from there for life. And then to see him again the following days.