I'm alive...I think.

[xx-natalie-xx.livejournal.com]

Hey. So...my graduation went alright. I felt terrible because I yelled at my mom because I told her to bring batteries for the camera...which she didn't, because she said the batteries were fine. So I only have ONE picture of me at my graduation. But whatever. I'm gonna go back to school eventually, so I'll get more pictures when I graduate again.

I'm pretty excited because I got the residential counselor job that I wanted. I'll be working with girls who have emotional problems. The most popular diagnosis is PTSD. Most of the girls have been raped/molested. A lot of them self-injure in some way, shape, or form. I'm supposed to start working there August 2nd. I already gave my two weeks notice at The Consortium...because it's just not my kinda work...working with mentally challenged people in their homes. Although, I did tell my boss that I would love to do at least one day a week once I get settled into my new schedule. Because I absolutely LOVE the ladies I help care for. 

I'm giving my two weeks at Subway the week after my oral surgery (wisdom teeth). So yeah, the 17th I'll give my two weeks. 

I can't wait to start the counselor job and be working 40 hours a week and making great money with excellent benefits. I'll be able to get a new car, pay off my student loans and pay my rent with ease. I really need to invest in a new car because mine is about to kick the bucket. I'm thinkin' about getting a Toyota Yaris or the new Rabbit. But the repairs on the Rabbit will be expensive...so that's kinda off my list, lol.

Alright, well, I gotta go...work 3:30 to 10:30. Fun fun. See ya

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[rowthepiano.livejournal.com]

You ever notice how horrible you feel after someone dies? That you took them for granted. There's so much guilt. So much guilt for everything. And even though you're just a kid your uncle shoves beer down your throat but it doesn't help. But I want more.


I'm not okay.