I should be happy that I'm working and that some money (little though it may be) will be coming in, but I'm not. Today I was thinking about how this job will be over in two weeks and how I'll only have about $600 to show for it and how that doesn't come close to paying the bills. I'm not sure what to do about staying afloat this month. I also decided to try and stay on the wagon for a while. I could really use a drink tonight, but I'm not going to have one. I feel low. I feel lonely most of all. The few people I've met at work are nice, but I can't even kid myself that these are friends. In two weeks, I'll be gone and in two months it will be like I was never there. I eat lunch by myself. There is a bit of talking during work, but not much because everyone is concerntrating on data entry. I feel so alone that I can barely stand it. I wish somebody would hold me. I wish... Oh, we all wish a lot of things, don't we? Well, tomorrow is another day. I'll try to be stronger then.