I just need to get some shit off my chest, so only read if you care or are really bored.
I started a new job yesterday. And I’m so grateful and I know I’m really going to like it there. It was a change that I needed.
But after not having a job for a month, it’s hard. I don’t mind losing the free time I had. That doesn’t bother me.
I don’t mind having to wake up early…that doesn’t bother me.
I don’t mind having to work over Christmas…that doesn’t bother me.
But I am extremely, really depressed. Because I can’t talk to my best friend like I used to.
Maybe I’m just being a baby. I mean, I probably am.
For a month I got used to talking to her almost every waking moment. And I can’t do that anymore, if I’m with a customer or doing a task that needs all of my attention. And it’s not like we get a huge amount of time to talk as it is cause we are in extremely different time zones.
And I know she would never ever ever hold it against me, but I feel really badly that she will say things to me and I can’t answer back for a half hour to an hour or more.
Yeah I know I’m needy as fuck, I’ll admit it and I don’t care, cause I won’t ever get mad if she’s busy or doing something else and can’t always talk. Never. And she doesn’t care that I am needy either, and I never ever had anybody who really accepted that part about me.
But I digress. TLDR, I’m very sad. I know it will get better soon. But until then I won’t really be posting on here. Peace out, girl scouts.
My Type is Homicidal 