english breakfast, spanish brownstone

I'm beginning to think that journalism isn't going to work out for me. I'm really just not good enough. I know that sounds like just a cop out, and that I should give it more of a shot. (and I'm going to give it more of a shot) it's just that in this moment it feels completely hopeless.

I finally found a real friend. James, or as he likes to be called, J ("it's just one letter, simple and clean") is a funny quirky guy who seems to enjoy my company for one reason or another. And I'm glad, because he's really cool. He's the one I stayed up with all night on friday night with. we just got back from breakfast together.

thanks for the nice, if a bit angry sounding, comments on the last post. I'm dealing with a lot of stuff right now, not limited to what I talk about here. I'm not strong enough to deal with it all, so I'm falling apart.
this guy from my christian fellowship group told me God uses our low points to reveal himself to us. but why do I keep coming back to this low? why am I always here? It feels like I'm just bouncing along the rock bottom.

I ate yesterday. And I already ate almost 800 calories today. But I figure it'll just have to be one of those where I eat more in the morning and not much at night. or at least I can hope.