My search for someplace to live is becoming about as successful as my search for a job. And just realizing those feelings are collapsing together to become the same has just made me a billion times more miserable.

Look for job, confident in self. Confident in ability. Lose all interested participants. Become depressed and feel like a failure.

Look for a place, confident. Confident in people to live with, living alone, living with strangers. One of these confidences falls apart and the rest follow suit. Become depressed and feel like a failure.

I’m going away for a week in the woods and I’m just gonna sit tight and probably feel like crap.

When I get back I have a meeting with my social worker, and just thinking about the crap I have to say to her brings me to tears. I want to live in the city and work in the city. But the transit from the suburbs takes too long and nobody wants me. I can’t move in town because nobody wants me.

auughhhh I’m a wreck. I’m sorry to post this you guys I just thought it might make me feel better. I’m not sure what to do to cheer up. Auughhhh

Every time I go to look for apartments I just get more depressed. This is stupid.