I want a place of my own. Just a tiny studio where I can put things up that are me. I can decorate how I please. I can live how I please.

With everything going on in the world, my family doesn't have the same views as I do. It makes it a very toxic place to be. So whenever they watch the news, I just come to my room and give myself distance. I know that 'he' will never change. And I don't know if I could hold my tongue long enough to not get into a fight.

I started a new job a month ago! I graduated THE TOP OF MY FUCKING CLASS. My stats are better than tenured chat agents. I watch Community or Parks and Rec while I work. Or I listen to music and dance in my chair when it's not busy.

I started BAWLING my eyes out when my trainer and coworkers praised me.

I don't take compliments very well. I just am me. I do my best. I try to stay positive.

I was scared that my mental state wouldn't be stable enough for me to work another full time job. So I'm trying to take my meds like I should. 

I now have real health insurance!!! What the hell.

Anyways, I'll probably write again sometime.

Love you guys. Stay safe.