Still

Still no job. Still being rejected, again and again. Still living in a tiny brick box. Still no breakthrough in trying to change my life creatively. Still missing my mum. Still grieving for her. Today is her birthday. She would have been 59. Still don't know what to do with my life at this point. Feel like there are no options. Overeducated and underqualified, no-one wants to give me a go. And why would they? Still self loathing. Still feel like doing a PhD was a colossal waste of time. Tried to change my life through education and it did nothing. What a surprise. There are so many social science and arts PhD graduates every year and there simply is not the work to support the numbers. It's unethical that the universities keep churning them out like they do. Still turning to this blog when I feel like having a rant into space. Still have not found where I belong. Still totally and utterly lost.