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.