Much has changed since 2015. This is to be expected. I am no more mature than I ever was, and still something of a whiner, but I think I am a little happier.
No, I am sure I am a fair bit happier.
My mother died and my brubber moved out. I think he is trying to live the same life she did. She basically died from taking the worst possible care of herself, alcoholism etc. and he is not doing all that much better. At least I don't know if he is drinking to excess but he did, at least a few times. He had a girl friend who was a drunk. And when our mother died he borrowed money and got on a bus and went to big city where he couch surfed on his friends for six months until he could get government assistance, which is what he lives on now. And he is in and out out of the hospital, at least once a year, probably two or three times and sometimes the psyche ward.
That is not very satisfying. My dad is devastated and now he has a black dog on his back, always. I think he was momentarily happier after my mother died - we all felt so much safer - but then this, which is how it's been three and a bit years.
And now I have no job so I am home. My job ended suddenly at the end of February. I was helping a lady who was old and very bad at driving. And when I said we had to be careful because of covid she fired me. Which was good. Very good actually because she was not a good driver and I was scared all the time when she picked me up.
I am still studying though, but not at school.
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This is where I blurt out random stuff that comes into my head and it is probably self-absorbed trivia.
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