I can't stand it. I can't stand living. Being alive is such a damn chore. I should be happy that I basically just got a job, but I could not be more anxious. And not in the good way. I kind of am in the good way, yeah, but... I don't know.
It feels like the first day of school again when I was a little kid. But it turned out ok then didn't it? Yeah, I should be ok, right? Yeah. I'll be ok. I'll be ok.
This has good possibilities too.
Just gotta keep telling myself that.