2008

I broke up with ******. It wasn’t a clean breakup. It was a process that spanned weeks. I ripped her heart out. I know I did.

I ran from Waltham and her and moved into an apartment in Cambridge. My roommate is a young, quiet locksmith with depression issues.

I went from a Scientific Technician at a large contract organization to a Research Scientist at a small pharmaceutical company.

I started dating, for the first time at 28 years old. I had my heart hurt for the first time.

I’m still so restless. Being single doesn’t change that.

Maybe I met ****** too early in my life.

I have to move again, for the second time this year. My landlord’s house that I rent in was foreclosed on. It’s ugly. I’m not paying rent because she doesn’t own the house. She’s stealing our mail now.

There’s an exam on Tuesday that I’m not ready for. I can’t study anymore for it right now due to high anxiety and stress. I always get through these things somehow. Somehow I don’t think this one is going to be ok though.

I’m not happy right now. Usually I’m happy.