So I'm looking for a job.
But a job is not looking for me.
And that sucks.

I'm tired of everything. Of uni, of thesis, of quarantine, of being stuck at home.
I cry a lot.
I'm repeating myself from half a year ago, but nothing's changed.
I want all of this to end.

I honestly just want all of this to end.

Gods, I'm so often worried and scared for no reason. I just think of the worst possible scenarios. Why do I do that to myself?
Grateful to Nikita for being patient with me and understanding: "call if you're worried and feel like you're spiraling".

I'm sick again. Everything sucks. I haven't done anything useful. Gloria has ringworm again. My anxiety has been above my usual level for like three weeks already.