Better get my shit packed for Hogwarts the train leaves tomorrow
All I can think of is what an incredible fuck up I am.
And this anxiety that’s been present in my chest is really great too.
Last Wednesday to Saturday was one giant anxiety attack and I am so glad that that friend is back, present and close to me.
Everything I do seems to garner the opposite reaction that I actually wish for and I’m scarily close to feeling like I need to throw in the towel. I mean, what’s the point? What is seriously the point of all of this. Lets see how much shit I can withstand? Or maybe it’s a race — lets see how quickly the anxiety can trigger the depression. That will therefore trigger … all the rest. And if I step outside of myself I can see this giant snowball hurling down this massive slippery slope but I can’t do anything to stop it and I hate being that little bitch that always has something to complain about.
Blahblahblah — look at me. My life is so hard. Blahblahblah