|Greatest cake ever.|
I still haven't found a job and I feel awful. My parents are paying for so much for me. The least I could do is make a hundred dollars a week just for groceries and extra expenses. I really hope there are jobs still available in-school. I doubt I'll get one at all otherwise.
I miss being home already. I know it's only Monday, but it's true. Honestly, I'm completely fine until I realize that tomorrow morning I'll have to wake up in a dark, windowless room. That's really when I miss being home. I just miss waking up to sunlight and not having to turn the lights in the bedroom on until the sun sets, rather than first thing in the morning. It's really depressing. It's also close to that time again. Another month has gone by, except this time I'm alone. "Who will take care of me?" I ask. "You will," Alex replies. I'm going to die. I wish my roommates and I were better friends so that I could cry for one of them to please fill up a hot water bottle for me. I'm not going to be okay. Will consult my doctor about seasonal birth control, just to ease the pain! (Don't tell Alex.)
I know that barely anyone reads my blog, but I love writing it.