I just giggled.
I go to my tumblr to see a sparkling post saying “vagina”, each letter a different color.
I’ve hit an “elation period” so people tell me.
An extreme high for no reason. I get really happy and hyper suddenly. It’s in response to being under extreme anxiety and duress.
Sometimes it can last for a few hours. Most of the time, it’s just a few minutes.
I’m definitely going to have to take a boat load of drugs to help me sleep tonight.
Not something I’m particularly happy to admit either.
And the people above us are trolls hosting a rage-party-shindig isn’t helping.
Well, it was one of my friends telling me about his break-up that sobered me up pretty quickly.
More so brought me down from my anxiety-infested high.
Infested was not the word I was going to use, but then I got distracted…. oops.
Which reminds me of how I didn’t go to my plasma donation appointment earlier today either.
I could have used the money…
And I was all happy last night because I didn’t have to do anything today…
I didn’t practice well either.
I’m a mess.
Things will probably only get messier with this new job.
I can’t tell my doctor about it without her pressuring me to quit. I don’t think she’s going to be happy about where my life’s heading anyway.
I can’t say I’m too thrilled either though.
I guess I should try to relax my mind. I won’t be doing anyone any good by stressing about things I can’t control.
But that’s what I do best.
I’m the best damn worrier you’ll ever meet.