I’m alright.
Bad: I’m sore. My legs are killing me. I worked from 1:30-10. I started paying for my own gas. It hurts. My brother is annoying. I kept fighting with Patrick. I started choking up at work. I was afraid I was going to burn down the house because I left my oven unattended. My anxiety kicked in. I feel like I have an ulcer.
Good: My name is Erin Caitlin. I have friends. Matt tried really hard to make me happy today and it almost hurt me how much he cares, good god I love him. He approves of my choices. Saiah was polite. I only cried once today. I didn’t hit my dog like my grandma thought I was going to. I made muffins (but they were only alright). The cashier at HEB was super nice today (his name was Ruben, I remember because of my Ruben). I’m seeing Luis tomorrow. I got a credit card at work, Ryan told me he was proud of me. Tessa complimented my make up. Grace told me I looked nice. Peyton made me smile. I was told I had a nice mane of hair. I had some delicious tomato soup. I’m retaking my OAD. I have a good amount of hours this week.
I think I’m starting to get better again. And that’s all that matters.
