Canstralian

I love Obi, so much it hurts some days. It's sweet and overwhelming. He takes such good care of me, looks after me so well, and I've been an unstable handful lately. He's just perfect. That is all.

I still surprisingly have a job. I hate it, but it's still there. I'm looking for another but not as hard as I should be. My drive to find another fluxuates. I wish I could make money from writing. That is my true passion, but I need to get the damn book written first, and well, I have no experience in journalism, and no qualifications... So there's no point looking there. It's all unskilled labour for me.

But today is a day off so I'm not letting any of this get me down - not even how much I miss my sister, which is currently terrible! I need to find a plan to deal with that better.