Summer depression
I don't think my family get how upset I am and I'm not positive I want to share it with them.
I came home because in SF I couldn't get a job or concentrate on my writing and because I needed to switch majors.
And now, back here for the summer, I find myself unemployed while out of school for the first time since I was 16. Goodwill is not hiring me back straight off. I thought this might happen, they're under new management. I just hoped it wouldn't. I was even convinced it wouldn't; by coworkers and parents alike. It's very upsetting and I don't want to look for a new job. I love it there. Not only that, but I fear that I won't be able to get a new job. Goodwill is most of my work experience because it was the first place to hire me and I never looked for another job in town. I had no reason to.
Plus, I don't know what my major will turn out to be, if any schools will accept me, or how I'll pay for the schools once I get in.
I've not been able to write very much at all and I'm apparently "fatter than [I've] ever been" (according to my mother). There are dozens of ideas swarming in my head and none of them come out as actions. I want to eat, but my brother has elected himself as my personal trainer to help get me down to a reasonable size and now I feel sick at the thought of junk food. The days of my life are slipping away like sand in a sieve and I don't know what to do about it. I haven't even started to sell my completed script and I don't know where to begin.
Oh and to top things off, the laserdisc player won't work, meaning our planned fun day was smirched too.
I came home because in SF I couldn't get a job or concentrate on my writing and because I needed to switch majors.
And now, back here for the summer, I find myself unemployed while out of school for the first time since I was 16. Goodwill is not hiring me back straight off. I thought this might happen, they're under new management. I just hoped it wouldn't. I was even convinced it wouldn't; by coworkers and parents alike. It's very upsetting and I don't want to look for a new job. I love it there. Not only that, but I fear that I won't be able to get a new job. Goodwill is most of my work experience because it was the first place to hire me and I never looked for another job in town. I had no reason to.
Plus, I don't know what my major will turn out to be, if any schools will accept me, or how I'll pay for the schools once I get in.
I've not been able to write very much at all and I'm apparently "fatter than [I've] ever been" (according to my mother). There are dozens of ideas swarming in my head and none of them come out as actions. I want to eat, but my brother has elected himself as my personal trainer to help get me down to a reasonable size and now I feel sick at the thought of junk food. The days of my life are slipping away like sand in a sieve and I don't know what to do about it. I haven't even started to sell my completed script and I don't know where to begin.
Oh and to top things off, the laserdisc player won't work, meaning our planned fun day was smirched too.