Even though yesterday was okay I was hoping to do menial stuff till Wednesday. That changed and my anxiety is rampant. I know it's okay but I can't help the feel.

I also can't stand that my dad thinks that in order for me to keep up my appearance I need to wear makeup. It's obvious that I don't. I hate how shitty he makes me feel about myself.

Work is boring. Nothing to do until later. I want to do more then read but I'd prefer reading at this point. Meh, at least I get to go home and make dinner. This weekend should be good though