First-job was very hard today. The thought of it makes me sad and depressed, so I haven’t really much to say.
I wrote 1200 words exactly tonight (ceiling until Angel called him for dinner) and would have written more except for the above statement about sadness and depression. I have not reason to be, but I just am.
There’s just so much to do…
I quit my piano lessons today, though I really didn’t want to quit. I think it’s just difficult coming to realization that I really can’t do all the things that I want to do. And given my nature as a spoiled brat, I really don’t want hear that.