Six shitty Five
I'm singing along to my ipod. I'm wishing I was dead. I'm done pretending this week wasn't shitty. Yes, there were really beautiful moments. And I was open on purpose, wounded and vulnerable. BUT FUCK THIS. I don't really know how I started today feeling pretty good and strong and now I'm drunk and miserable. But I do not like my job. New coworker is cold. I've barely worked there and they have me work pretty independently. I'm just not used to this shit. And I want to be in my music therapy bubble. I want to work on my self growth and learn how to connect. I don't think I'm ready yet for the integration of others who don't get it yet. Every Friday so far, I am drained. I am not doing this next semester. I'd rather be poor.