Fuck me.

I regret that decision more than just about anything else I’ve ever done.

Jesus christ, what the fuck are we, the youth of the nation?  Watch out planet, we’re gonna have control of things in just a few short years, and judging by the way things are going, it is going to end up in complete and utter shambles.

Monster headache.  I nearly typed deadache.  Is this what my life has come to.

He thinks it will help with the panic attacks, nightmares, puking, mixed episodes… basically he thinks it might cure half of everything that is wrong with me.  I highly doubt it will work, if I can take them at all.

Sure, the panic attacks are probably fucking brought on by anxiety, I can give him that.  But the puking?  I don’t think so.  Those episodes don’t feel like anxiety.

And then there’s the fact that if I get diagnosed with some sort of general anxiety disorder, that’s another thing that I’ll have to add to the list of shit wrong with me.  Maybe I just don’t want comorbidity.  I have enough to deal with.

Jesus flying fuck, they are not the same thing!

I graduate next year.

Not just graduate, I am supposed to know where the fuck I’m going in the world by next year.

What the fuck am I going to do.

I don’t have an inheritance like my sisters.  I don’t have any skills.  I probably can’t be trusted with a car, let alone any sort of large machinery…

Jesus fucking christ what the fuck is wrong with me.

Yeah, my relationship with just about everyone is fucking unhealthy.