Vent

Sigh, I hate life as of recent, everything is too much or too boring, there's no middle ground. It's next to impossible for me to get a job I'd be comfortable with. I have no one to love or to comfort me during the harder times and I'm so lonely I feel almost isolated. ;-; It's so hard for me to find someone cause I'm shy and not really that good at talking to people. I hate this part of me. My anxiety gets worse with every day and most days I just want to either curl up and cry or disappear. Sorry for being so depressing

I just wrecked my gyroscope for an Arduino project that's due Monday. Had to order a new one, hope it arrives tomorrow or else I'm fucked. Fuck, I hate working with Arduinos.

so the cat dishes are on the stairs, use to be in the kitchen max:*meows for food, sitting in the spot in the kitchen the food use to be* me:*cant do that because nephew will play in it, shows him the food is on the stairs* max:*doesnt relent meowing where his food use to be* me:*thinks maybe he cant eat on the stairs because of his legs, and thats why he wont stop meowing* me:*gets him his own food and water and puts it in my room for him, showing him where it is* max:*is happy, eats and drinks there* also max:*meows for the food and water that are on the stairs* me: https://media1.tenor.com/images/6a191e2fbd31d99d0f1555a253a81313/tenor.gif?itemid=7842240

"lel omg my snek is SO QUIRKY when he lays down he rolls onto his back LEL SO CUTE AND QUIRKY" NO YOUR FUCKING SNAKE IS NOT BEING QUIRKY IT HAS A FUCKING NEUROLOGICAL ISSUE BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO PROMOTE THE BREEDING OF THESE POOR FUCKING CREATURES THAT WILL END UP STARVING TO DEATH BECAUSE THEY CANT EVEN PROPERLY STRIKE AT THEIR OWN FOOD YOU BRAIN DEAD TITTY MONSTER