I realized I should make a journal update, since it has been almost a year. I feel a bit awkward, don't know what to write. Oh well, gingerbread and julmust to all of you who bother.

Though times have not been kind to me lately, I am, as always, trying to keep my hope up. Everything is going to be all right. That is my motto.

I never knew what would become of me after school. I always thought I would figure it out later. Now I am here, doing what I can to find a job - to survive, to keep my little apartment, and to keep people from saying that I am lazy, forcing me back into the hell hole of depression from which I have just recently emerged.
I am still pulling my hair out, fighting the trichotillomania is a hard task.

Graduating in 2009 sucks when all University spots have been taken ande there are no jobs to apply for. I should be thankful however that this week I do get to work alongside my dad. In a preschool kitchen. Oh well, work is work.

What else? Oh, there's another 10 days before I get to see my boyfriend again. He has been spending the last five months in war education.
Talk about pressure. I am expected to be able to work every awake and sleeping hour, when all I wish for is to see him. To forget everything that burdens me for a brief, wonderful moment. Luckily, christmas is waiting around the corner and then we will have some time off from everything.

As I said, I have flewn out of the nest. My life has changed dramatically. I am forced to grow up and take care of my self, which is impossible because the politicians and the economic crisis combined leave no job for a green horn like myself and my friends.
Moving also means that I have no scanner. The last pictures I uploaded was either made by tablet or photographed.

But I am still alive. And drawing!