all your methods have taught me is to separate my blood from bone
Aaaaand we’re back. First day of fall classes and I’m already doing homework. (Well, sort of. I don’t have the textbooks yet for my classes, so I’ve borrowed them from the library and am taking notes from them ‘cause they’re actually from the Reserve Collection which means I can only have them for three days and… yeah. Babbling.)
Anyway. Have to find a new job zip quick. Have to also not be so neurotic, because not everything bad that happens is my fault. People having shitty days is not my fault. Must keep reminding myself of this.
(It’s so hard to believe, though, because sometimes it is me, and how am I supposed to know when those times are, especially if people are cryptic and stuff?)
Heh. Speaking of cryptic…