Yesterday, at work, we were informed that all salaries will be cut across the board. I actually thought that my salary could not get any lower, but I was wrong. I believe that I will be homeless soon. I would rather be homeless than live with family.
You see, my family does not feel like family to me at all. I honestly would rather hear about how they are doing than see how they are doing. This is not to say that I wish them harm--that would make me very sad--but I don't need to know that they are okay first hand.
Most of my worries center around not being able to create a family of my own. The one that I was born into does not compare to the one that I want. This fear takes up much of my time. Sometimes it is not just the fear that takes up my time, but daydreaming about it.
I also worry about not getting into grad school and getting fired. In fact, I am feeling really depressed now and will probably nap.
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