I have two mid-terms before Spring Break, I feel fat, work sucks, I'm not in the mood for sex, I'm irritated with everyone, I feel sorry for myself, I have no family...blah, blah, blah.
I just can't shake this current mood I'm in. Patrick thinks I need to go to the doctor if I don't cheer up in the next couple of days.
"Babe, you're only 18 and you have a lot going on. Maybe you should see someone about your anxiety."
Of course, I had to get all defensive and accuse him of finding me too annoying to handle.
"See? You're not being yourself."
He's right. I just feel so angry and down right now. Plus the stress of meeting his family in less than 3 days doesn't help, either.
Someone shoot me...with a dose of valium, atleast.
~elaine~
p.s. I might not post again until I feel a little better. I'm sure you all know how I'm feeling. See ya...