somebody gave me a compliment last week when i was feeling really shitty and i’ve been beaming about it ever since. amazing how much a little positive validation can affect you.
I’ve been on Metformin for almost two months now and my stomach is still so fucked. I don’t know how I haven’t lost weight because I am literally shitting my brains out all the time. Im so sick of this.
I’m trying to have a better attitude but I woke up to dog piss all over my fucking bed and bedroom and I just want to cry. I don’t have time to go to the goddamn laundromat to wash my fucking gigantic comforter and mattress pad. Please let the rest of the day get better.
I had a shit day at my new school. Good teacher but I’m wary about everything else, and there’s a possibility that my position will be eliminated by the end of the week because the administration overestimated how many kindergarten classes they would need. I cried a bunch and was generally miserable but then I went to Target to buy myself some shit to make me feel better and I ran into a teacher friend from my last school who is legitimately the kindest sweetest person I’ve ever known—and it was a total fluke that I even saw her because she just moved up to Forsyth county and was only down here for a doctor’s appointment. She didn’t even know that I was upset but she still gave me the best pep talk ever and told me that I am “so easy to love” which made me cry happy tears in front of the goddamn McDonough Target. I am so fortunate to know some of the people I know. So. Fucking. Fortunate. And then driving home with the most brilliant golden sunset and blasting Starry Eyed Surprise, I really can’t be too upset. I can handle this.