I have managed 3 nervous breakdown in the last two days, complete with weeping, staring at walls, and pulling my hair out. I am on the verge of getting a giant dumpster outside my open window or balcony and just throwing all of my shit into it. Fuck it, I have packed my clothes that is all I need, my laptop will fit into a backpack and my cell phone in my pocket. I am golden, just peachy fucking keen. Oye.
It's gotten to the point where I just don't care anymore, or can't care... who knows, who can tell the difference? I can't all I know is that I am tres stressed and ready to throw my hands up and say "I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ANYMORE!" to everyone then leave on that note, because honestly I don't. Everything I have is replaceable I can get it again and give it away again too. So that's okay. Urgh... okay I am off to find something that will cloud my brain and make me pleasant again.
Ok, deep breath.... It'll be ok. It'll all work out. You'll see....
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