Zoloft is my BFF
Heavens to Betsy, it’s been more than a week since I last updated. You’re in luck, though, because you haven’t really missed much. I spend most of my days like this:
For a week or so, I just endured one long panic attack but now it’s morphed into a dull, constant state of being uncomfortable, quite comparable to the feeling you get when your stomach lurches before you have diarrhea. But, like, longer.
The reason for my anxiety stems mainly from that ever-looming date, May 24th. It’s the day I graduate, but really it feels like the Day I Have To Prove I Have My Shit Together. And I’ve never been fond of pressure.
Basically, I have less than two weeks to completely finish school, celebrate and do the happy dance, move out of my dorm, and find somewhere to live. And in the midst of all that, I need to attend to a slue (slew? slaw? cole slaw? I hate that stuff) of family and my new job. Halp halp! Life feels kind of unsteady when the prospect of living out of your car becomes a real possibility.
Although… it would probably make for some good blog material…
Tags: graduation, moving, stress
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May 12, 2009 at 9:33 am
I think everybody should live out of their car at least once in their life. It builds character. You can park it in my drive way.