I suppose I can now admit that the reason I've stopped blogposting (biology neko) is because it's increasingly hard to be positive.

My job prospects are slim to none, my weight isn't decreasing and now after a recent visit to the dentist for the first time in years, I have learned that my teeth are fucked. Yeah, a lot of this is my own fault, the weight especially, but fuck I have been incapable of seeing an NHS dentist for 6 years, since turning 18 and moving away from home, there were no dentists even accepting new patients nearby.

And the job front isn't great, even my boomer stepdad has finally been forced to admit it, as his cousin's daughter has apparently applied to 1000 jobs and gotten one interview, despite her degree.

I am increasingly more negative about my life prospects as time goes forward and the only positivity I find is in this fucking computer screen.

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And just like that, I think I've vented all the frustration of the last few months that has been building up. Sure, the job hunt is bad but letting anger and annoyance control my life isn't gonna be much better.

I'll get a job eventually, and when I do, I'll be able to blogpost about how much my job makes me want to rope.