I'm still gardening. One of my housemates moved out, so their room is being used as an indoor garden/living area. Also the suns out and my summer wardrobe is maybe worrisome.
I was working in a cafe about two minutes away from my flat for awhile but they didn't treat me too well and I ended up getting really depressed and then losing A LOT of weight. But. I learned that I really, really love looking after people, and that I'm good at it - it's a paradox I can't really explain to people that know me because my general socialising-preference is for solitude.
I don't understand how people manage to stay in environments regardless of how they're being treated. Maybe it's a luxury I've always taken for granted, being able to walk out of something that isn't right for me.
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