bending_sickle | I don't want to do this anymore.*

It's been two months since my last ~~confession~~ post. I've moved into my parents' house, which is doing wonders for my mental health. I still haven't heard back from the university (latest news from like a month ago is that my application is with the department and they'll see it at the next committee meeting, which no one will tell me when that is), which is doing even more wonders. I'm going to Pilates twice a week, which is an exercise in insecurity and holding back my life is pointless tears. I go to the beach a lot but it's getting a tad cool for lying around near naked.

Sister-in-law came for a week so we hung out a couple days. I also went to Burgos and hung out with the family there.

I'm going to be thirty-one tomorrow and I've done fuck-all for another year and I still don't know what I'm doing or whether I'll be doing it at all or even if I want to, not that I ever actually did, and my parents despise me and I feel so lost and miserable.

I thought I had more to say but I'm going to stop now or there will be more stupid fucking crying and fuck that noise to be honest.

So, y'know. Still here, still kicking, still a useless floudering aimless dingy lost at sea.

* Simon, In the Flesh