The adventures I’d hoped to have (or be having) in 2017 look like they aren’t going to happen.
I’m still nowhere close to achieving all the things I’d hoped to do once I left home for “greener pastures”.
Life is ok. I’m still very lucky and very fortunate to still have people around me who have let me stay with them until such time that I can get my own place. Saving for a place has become a whole lot harder since work has basically come to a stop and I haven’t been able to land a proper decent paying job as of yet. I did have an interview the other day so hopefully something good will come of that. Because I really do not want to have to go back home or be on welfare again. Nope. I’m not going down that road again.
I’m actually at the point where I just want to go out and sped money going places and doing things. I shouldn’t and I really can’t afford to go wild and crazy, but what the fudge am I actually doing? Am I going to die still saving for my future and the happy ending I so crave?
I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m so frustrated, worried and stressed out about everything.
It’s not good. Not good at all.