Feel like posting for the first time in a long time, so I will.
I've been pretty sick. I am definitely on the mend now though, close to being better. Last week was a bit of a doozy as they come. Giant tonsils, scratchy throat, coughing, headaches. On top of that I acquired a huuuuuge bruise on my leg somehow. I got stung by a bee, and it swelled up really huge. Like, I think I might have developed an allergy to bees. N'on top of that, I had my period. It wasn't the most amazing week in the whole world.
I feel nice right now. Lightheaded. I think moving out of the house with Matt, and into one where I actually have a bit of privacy and stability with Cav, who is supportive has done amazing things for me mental-health wise. I feel, well, a lot less like a mad harpy. Its great.
Life is easy right now. Looking for a job and studying a single subject online. I'm not as motivated as I could be, I suppose. Been looking at my resume, thinking about what I could have done to make it better throughout study. Extra-curricular and such. Though, I knew that at the time. Truth be told while I was studying, I was barely clinging on for a lot of that ride and the thought of doing anything additional was too much. (Remembers that semester when I barely went to any lectures or classes because I couldn't control whether I'd burst into tears randomly and didn't want mah peeps seeing me like that.)
I was thinking about that resume I'm making and the cover letter. I got it sent back saying I needed to sell myself more. N'I don't want to you know, lie. The lady was all "Write about your IT/Multimedia passions" and over the phone she made a comment that I'm obviously very passionate, which is lies and lies. So, I was thinking, what I could say that isn't a lie.
N'you know what? I'm driven. Alright, I'm a lazy motherfucker, but considering where I've come from and how hard and crappy things were for me in abnormal ways, to get where I am I've been driven as hell. *fist pump*
In a relatively good place. Have been stressing though. Keep having reminders of awful, awful things. Also my step-brother has been disowned by my step-mother. Talking to him about it has been... reigniting old stresses. She doesn't remember any of our childhood. Any of the bad stuff anyway.
I gotta head out.