I forgot how much I like reading fiction. I’ve learned a lot from the self help books I’ve read really recently, but I really needed the escape from a good fiction novel.
It took a really bad day at work, at realizing the relationships I have at work, to make me realize that as much as I think I’m happy with my life, I am far from it.
My relationship with Mike, while it has been a struggle, is finally getting better. I credit that to my self help books for sure. My relationships with my friends are great- its been a while since I’ve really felt like I had people in my life that care about me.
Aside from that, life sucks.
I am to blame.
I can’t figure out why, but I have a lot of anger with some people. All I can figure is that these people all have the same attitude towards life, and I’m surely sick of dealing with it.
I’ve tried to work through a lot myself, but i think its time to call in a professional to help heal me. I wish this was a quick fix, its hurting too much.
