On the 11th day of Unemployment~

Well, nothing really happened that's special. But however, I'm freaking out a little less.

I'm looking for a job, working on my thesis (Which I'm going to get done next week, on Friday), and would really like to make a furry wooden chair in three weeks. Hopefully I can get my shit together by then.

I hate being in this predicament. I'm making it an excuse to behave badly.

I hate the idea that I'm not special. I have to work. I have to become smarter.

I don't like who I've become. I'm not proud of my reflections in the pictures. It's too bad.

Some people look the way they did in high school. I am...