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nothing is fucking healing.
i've almost quit smoking and now every ache and pain i've ever had has come back.
the hernia, once proportedly fixed, or dispelled, or something, is destroying life...
i'm fucking panicking on busses, in class, and at my friends' apartment which, for whatever reason, i can't bring myself to stay in...and i'm only sleeping for two hours a night.
my theories of personality professor wants a clinical interview and a paper evaluating a subject of my choice. i think i should evaluate myself and figure out what the hell is going on.
if you're a psych major, or you think i'm fucking nuts, let me know how to un-crazify.
i'm writing a lesson plan and going to bed.
i'll leave my room when grad school rolls around.
i've almost quit smoking and now every ache and pain i've ever had has come back.
the hernia, once proportedly fixed, or dispelled, or something, is destroying life...
i'm fucking panicking on busses, in class, and at my friends' apartment which, for whatever reason, i can't bring myself to stay in...and i'm only sleeping for two hours a night.
my theories of personality professor wants a clinical interview and a paper evaluating a subject of my choice. i think i should evaluate myself and figure out what the hell is going on.
if you're a psych major, or you think i'm fucking nuts, let me know how to un-crazify.
i'm writing a lesson plan and going to bed.
i'll leave my room when grad school rolls around.