just stay with me a while
Only 4 more days and we move into our apartment. We went and signed our lives away last week. It's all starting to set in again that we have to pack up everything, wash everything and then move all of this shit. We have way too much shit... at least we'll be set.
I think I've been having anxiety attacks lately.
I don't want to call my insurance guy back about my car. Even if it is something they have to set straight about my address... why now questions? What happened? I'm not calling you back so you can up my insurance by another $100.
I feel super stressed about everything.
Packing, cleaning, moving, AAA guy, working too much and way too hard, and on that note, having to do my supervisors job, having to tell people who weren't called about something being wrong w/ their art/ frame/ w/e the problem may be that it's going to take longer- even if their estimated due date was two days ago, and having to try and explain and bullshit them, being super busy w/ the huge sale, fear of messing up the order somehow, what if's on everything that I've been doing, making rent every month, making my car bill, fear of fucking lacking money, am I going to be picked back up on health insurance next semester, not wanting to talk to my mom, not wanting Chris to have anything to do w/ his family because my mom and them are the same and super negative and rude about everything, fucking thinking about anything and everything.
I've been over thinking.
I seem to keep fucking up lately, at life and at work.
I feel like I haven't done or accomplished anything.
And I have to pack everything up by myself and finish poly-ing our dinner table.
and when in the hell is my fucking raise going to kick in w/ my over a months worth of retro-active pay?
I think I've been having anxiety attacks lately.
I don't want to call my insurance guy back about my car. Even if it is something they have to set straight about my address... why now questions? What happened? I'm not calling you back so you can up my insurance by another $100.
I feel super stressed about everything.
Packing, cleaning, moving, AAA guy, working too much and way too hard, and on that note, having to do my supervisors job, having to tell people who weren't called about something being wrong w/ their art/ frame/ w/e the problem may be that it's going to take longer- even if their estimated due date was two days ago, and having to try and explain and bullshit them, being super busy w/ the huge sale, fear of messing up the order somehow, what if's on everything that I've been doing, making rent every month, making my car bill, fear of fucking lacking money, am I going to be picked back up on health insurance next semester, not wanting to talk to my mom, not wanting Chris to have anything to do w/ his family because my mom and them are the same and super negative and rude about everything, fucking thinking about anything and everything.
I've been over thinking.
I seem to keep fucking up lately, at life and at work.
I feel like I haven't done or accomplished anything.
And I have to pack everything up by myself and finish poly-ing our dinner table.
and when in the hell is my fucking raise going to kick in w/ my over a months worth of retro-active pay?