Hmpf.

I am not fond of liars.

I love my fish Dev

I deep-cleaned his aquarium today. Cleaning his aquarium is probably my favorite chore, because the aquarium is next to the radio, so I can pop in CDs while I work. Listened to Keine Nacht Für Niemand from Kraftklub and one of my mixtapes. And even though it's not very hard work, it does keep you busy and walking around with water for a bit. And of course I just love cleaning Devon's aquarium because I love to make the little guy happy.

Mother doesn't understand how I could love Devon so much when he's "only a fish", but a pet is a pet. He feels like he's my child and friend, and I care about him deeply. There are hardly any humans I care as much about as my fish Devon.

I made sure to rearrange the stuff in his aquarium and now he has a good dark hiding spot. He loves the dark. He immediately went there when I was about done with the aquarium, because he was overstimulated, but now he's just swimming around and already throwing his gravel around. Oh well, let a guy have his hobbies, right? Haha.

But yeah. That's it. I love that orange bastard.

Tick tock

So I just applied for a job for the first time. Strange experience. Not scary necessarily, moreso depressing. On the one hand I almost hope that I don't make it, but then I think logically and I remember that I'd have to look for a job that suits me even less if I don't get hired here. At least it wouldn't be that bad if I got a job at the thrift store where I applied. I guess we all grow up. I don't know if that's sad or good. Doc says it's good, but I guess that's also her job, to make me feel like I have something to live for. I talk to her again tomorrow. For the weekly sessions, you know? She told me to first focus on securing a job and then worrying about other things for the future. I guess she's right. I'm not much of a person at the moment, but I hope she'll at least be relieved to hear that I've been making steps. Progress, and all that.

Even a little mouse grows up.