Not feeling good about life right now. Of course it is internal. Of course it is inside my head. Outside it is a gorgeous Sunday, and a lovely breeze is blowing while I am at this seventh floor apartment. Friend’s.
Need to get out to look for accomodation. There is also anger.
And hunger. And I am generally pissed off at womankind.
Yes, I also noticed how this is becoming Dear Diary. I am afraid that shall stay a while.