I am one of life's worriers. EA once told me there is a worry gene; she was celebrating the fact that she doesn't appear to have it.
I am worried I will not get the job I have an interview for this week. I am worried about what I will do if I do not. I want it, badly. I should stop telling people I have interviews, as the way I feel when I fail and have to pass the bad news on is becoming too much.
I am worried about the fact that I still don't feel right, even though the "bad" couple of months are now ostensibly in the past. I know this is chiefly down to my unemployment, but when all I need is a hug and it's out of reach I can't help but fret over how shit this is, sometimes.
Going home today. My sister is graduating tomorrow. I can't believe it's two years since I did.