I am
so unbelievably out of my mind.
I’ve been sick almost every other week the semester. I have not gone out drinking, at all. I haven’t seen most of my friends. I had to take plan B on my birthday. I also got sick on my birthday and the doctor said it was stress related probably. He wants to do bloodwork, then he suggested I see a shrink for a possible underlying anxiety disorder. FUCK THAT. UGH.
Then I’m completely overwhelmed seemingly every second of every day. Between classes, homework, tests, papers, apartment shit, just getting a new job, applying for a second job, fighting and talking and fighting with my parents; I’m just ready to give up on everything.
I can’t get rid of this fat on my stomach. I can’t focus. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat or I eat excessive amounts. I’msuffocatingand my mom tells me last night, “you’re your own worst enemy. You’re the one with these standards. You’re the one who stresses too much. Just stop stressing.”
Then an hour later she starts asking me why I’m not going to grad school right away becausemy brothers did.


