I am an Unhappy Camper.

There is something just not right in the life of Phyll.
I'm not exactly sure what it is, which is half of the problem, but it's causing a bit of bitterness towards everyone.
Especially at work.
Even the nicest customers come up (though not often) and I freak out. All in my mind, of course.
I think that maybe I just need a new job.
That might do it.
I wish I could make a living with my crafts. That would be truly wonderful. I like the idea of not having to wait on people every second of every day. It's a miserable thing, and it's starting to make me insane.
I know, I know. I can hear everyone saying, "That's part of life." (with an added eye-roll).

But it doesn't have to be.

I would love to be starting school this fall.
But alas.
Soon though, and all will be well.
I'll get to meet new people, and I'll be going further with life. I can't wait.
I'll be studying Theology.And either Psychology or teaching. I'm not sure, I suppose I will talk to an advisor about which would be best.
Either way, Theology will be number one.

Wish me luck.