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My body is telling me that I’m stressed. My face broke out and I picked at it til it was noticeable. This trying not to be stressed thing just doesn’t go well with me.

It’s not so bad, really. I know it’ll work out fine, and I’m sure the timing’s right and all that other karma-related crap.

I’ve said it all before anyway. I’m just stressed and frustrated and I feel despondent but can’t really put a finger on why. Even though I know why. I hate this in-between not-knowing feeling. Do I at least have the right to know the status of my position in the near future? I don’t even know if it’s worth it to buy a metropass this month.

Doesn’t even matter at this point. One way or the other, though, I want to know what’s going on.

1 Comment

  • gigglecam

    April 30, 2002 at 10:46 pm

    *hugs*