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Life is well, good, mostly.
I managed to not prostitute myself or use drugs, so you know, excellence all around, A+ me.
Just got paid today. I wandered into a zero-money-whatsoever period (needed a winter coat, friend had an issue, also started smoking), and ended up living on rice for a week.
Andddd basically an acquaintance asked if I would, um, well… we’re going to refer to this as “sex related work” and is still probably legal. So I spent approximately three days weighing the pros and cons of the situation, and ended up not doing it.
Finances are definitely getting better… I’m coming into holiday pay and overtime season.
I splurged on a discounted concealed carry permit class, signed up for therapy via texting, so I can subject some poor therapist to my self-involved rambling, and got a deal on a gym membership. I’m still losing weight quickly, almost at the point where it worries me. Had an eating disorder in my teens, can definitely see some obsessional aspects returning.
I’m done buying stuff for the apartment, handled a chunk of debt, and not smoking is going to save me a ton. I’m still stressed out about paying off debt I owe to school, and some payday loans from my addiction period…ugh..
And then I have to figure out how I’m going to pay for School, I already have student loans that haven’t been paid off, doubt they’re just going to throw more money at me.
Trying to figure out what med tech degree I want.
Men, because obviously I can’t update without talking about them. My ex has developed an annoying habit of slowlllllllyyyy driving by me at the bus stop and staring, which happened after I asked him to stop texting (and he did). Noticed him about four times now, not sure how to react, so I’m not.
Oh wait, I’m thinking about getting a gun and lifting weights again.
Otherwise, other dude, complex situation that talking about feels disrespectful, or I’m not sure how to handle properly.
Like, I don’t even know if this is going to go anywhere, and hm…
Like I have no idea what I want out of a relationship at this point, besides a man who doesn’t decide that all my attention belongs to him after five minutes (not bitching about monogamy, but do I really need a text to respond to on all my breaks? Why are we on the phone so much?
My God, I must be a sociopath.
But I like…like I like that this is open ended more, but also there’s just like, also frustration and anxiety here. Also I think too much, goddamn it…
So I moved here to straighten myself out, which happened, and try to live a normal life.
Turns out this bores me to a large degree, and most men annoy the shit out of me. I mean…ugh… I’m actually pretty easy to get along with, but people are very…tuned into something I’m not, and it seems like …
Fuck it, what I’m trying to say is I feel like he gets me on a deeper level than most people and doesn’t just like me because like, idk, I’m fucking nice to them or something, but I feel like getting involved to a large extent with him is going to detail what I’m attempting to do, but I’m not super happy with it, and not sure if I’m going to succeed with this. On the other hand, dude is smart and weird in spades and funny…weirdly technically skilled, whole I’m over here with the poetry and endlessly ethically debating self over how to properly share a fucking elevator or something.
Tldr; idiot woman thinks she wants to get married and have kids, meets super ambitious man who wants these things and pushes her to do better, and she decides that no, it’s better to travel around aimlessly and feels like she’s is in an unspoken way agreeing to being around drugs extensively and relapsing, although I seem to have developed some self control.
Idk, dude has a habit of going in and out of sobriety, tried to be useful in the past with him and there was a whole Trainwreck with my damn ex over that, so my attitude is now a lot more hands-off. Idk, then again, I go in and out of addiction, or did, possible upside?
Oh God, also Trainwreck ex is messaging me again, but I’m just like, being the intersection of polite and curt until that stops.
But you know, not meth and alcohol, which are my trouble spots, mainly…
Ugh, I don’t know who fucked up and let me make my own decisions.
I am obviously better suited to be a cat.