Applied for a job today. I know I’m not going to get it, but … something or other. I shall apply for another one tomorrow.
I got a lot of stuff from the loft tidied up today, but I didn’t find a box I was really hoping to find. I don’t know where else to look. I know I have it somewhere.
A friend of mine is coming back to live here soon. I do worry a bit that we will run out of things to say to each other or get on each other’s nerves after a while. Everything is great when I’m ‘normal’, but the moment there’s a hint of my depression it put a huge strain on out friendship. He thinks I put it on for attention or something. I don’t know how to explain it.