Keep in mind that my journal is a reflection of a moment. I’m not necessarily perpetually miserable up here. I just get bored and lonely, and when I’m bored I write in my lj, and when I’m lonely I vent.
Yes, I do get frustrated and have no idea what do to with myself a good part of the time. Yes, I am very sick of having to depend on my boyfriend’s parents for food, clothing, and shelter when I’m 26 years old. But I do actually have nice good days where I’m happy. And I even mention them in here, but they don’t sound as exciting as my unhappiness, so they seem to get overlooked or something.
I think I’ll go make lunch.