sofa king excited

two more days left at my current job then starting the new one.
 
it's exciting. it's something new. it's more money.

i took out my piercings, bought clothes that cover my tattoos and dyed my hair a more "natural" red.

i had to remind myself it was a lot more money.


now i get to deal with the fun of switching my insurance over. and of course i've confused myself with it all so i have to ask my mom for help. and tell her about how i've been in therapy and taking an as needed anxiety med. i don't know why but i don't want to tell her. i think i just don't want her to worry about me. i'm fine. really, i am. i started therapy when my crazy ex broke up with me b/c she told me i needed help. my therapist keeps telling me to stop coming to therapy, that i don't need help and that my ex was all kinds of crazy. i know she is right. but yet i keep making appointments. they usually only last 15 mins but i like going. i like the uninterrupted time where i can vent and have someone level headed talk to me if i need it. she mostly just listens. she doesn't tell me i'm crazy (like my ex did) when i tell her things. in fact she tells me i'm normal. that it's normal for people to get stressed out, to get angry, to cry, to feel a dependency to someone you're dating.

i'm also going to ask my mom if i can eat leftovers from thanksgiving or if i need to throw them out. hmm. i need to learn to cook.