I always feel like writing on here like LiveJournal in the early days. Just spilling sloppy teenage angst all over the page.

It would make sense today. I had a close call with a low glucose last night. In the middle of having some existential doubts this week. It seems that miniture existential crisis are becoming a pattern for me. Not good. 

I guess the last one I just post-poned or wasn’t fully resolved. Or I pushed through another goal? I did get the job I wanted, finally. It isn’t a life-long commitment. I doubt I can pay for my diabetic medication working as a Barista. I enjoy it though, and it is a good experience surrounded by friends. Maybe reaching that goal has opened a new challenge for me. I hope to write more later. 
I just don’t feel comfortable with my life right now. 

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