Once I Dreamed I was a Little Blue Dog

oh hey crippling anxiety

thanks mom for making it super severe now. that’s cool. I know what things I need to do, and you telling me to do them only makes me feel even more stressed and apprehensive about it. Also how about you stop getting offended every time I do something or I get upset. I really don’t need to babysit you when I’m trying to babysit my own crippling emotions and feels. Yes I know I need to go back to my psychologist. Yes, I know I need to get the utilities taken care of for my new place. Oh and I haven’t even told her yet how I got bad grades on my final so I need to completely need to change my university plans because I’ll no longer being go the UofA. That’s been eating me up something fierce. Just the god damn confrontation, plus trying to explain that I’ll change my major and be going to community college. FUCK FUCK FUCK.