venting/musing
I've got that "limbs are getting too heavy to type" depression and my loneliness hadn't gone away with taking care of the rest of this body's basic needs.
I feel pretty lost, admittedly. I graduated in May of 2016, and it took me over a year to get a job. Even at that, what I got was an internship. I get paid $10/hr, which is more than I've gotten at literally any job ever.
venting/musing
And it's still not.. exactly living money, you know?
I went to school so I could be a developer. Because I enjoy doing that more than other things, and I would get the money I need to to do the things I want to do.
But here I am doing... definitely not that because I Could Find It in this city that is red and so.. so... SO far from ideal to be trans and looking for work.
But I guess I should count myself lucky that I got this much.
venting/musing
I've never had a strong passion for any work. I've always felt guilty about that. IT or Development is stuff I'm relatively competent at, and I'm good at writing and stuff but...
I don't... have strong feelings for a career beyond personal survival. Why would I.
If there is anything I have come to realize of my life up until now, I'm not -from- here. I'm not as invested in here as others. I don't know what that motivation is like
venting/musing
So I keep trying, mostly because moving to Seattle is a huge motivator in itself. I'm staying so far away from most folks and things here.
The folks that used to be physical with me regularly aren't anymore. I spend most of the time physically starved for contact, not to even get into sexual things.
Folks don't talk to me seriously anymore. A while back I wondered if they thought I was crazy and that's largely unresolved. I don't know what they think.
I'll sleep though. Enough of my lonely, depression babblings.