I am stuck in a living condition I can hardly stand. My room mate doesn't buy groceries really. We don't have furniture yet. We are sleeping on airbeds. I am feeling slightly depressed. I like my job well enough and it pays well, but hers doesn't and she seems content to not change that. I am also in a town that holds many bad memories, but I promised myself before I came here that I would accomplish things before my lease ran out in a year.
One of them is losing weight. That is something I am very intent on doing. I am proud of myself also. I haven't gone after junk food the way I used to. There are too many thoughts in my head to write down and I am low on sleep, but I promise myself that no matter how hard this seems I won't give up.