I've started so many entries this week and then deleted them before pressing 'publish' because I felt they were just too whiney or too depressingly pessimistic (did I even spell that right?). So this one I promised myself I would publish.
The word that describes me today: Broken. Not just because of my stupid arm, which still is as sore as anything and itchy, but because of all the stuff that's been going on in my head for way too long. A spring in the self-worth part of my brain is broken. Despite having an above average student record, a university degree and a good job (I won't call it great but it won't hurt my cv) I still feel stupid and incapable of doing the simplest tasks outside of my comfort zone. I actually ache for the mid-90s right now, when I was a cocky teenager who knew everything and was so confident about her future.
Blah. I'll probably delete this tomorrow.
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