things are ok.
Nothing Earth-shatteringly horrible has happened lately. In fact, there hasn't even really been a blip on the radar. Things have been ok. Things may even be good, actually.
Everything seems to be coming together nicely. I was talking to a few people at school today and apparently no one realized I was a first year teacher. They thought I've been doing so well while I feel like I'm constantly in danger of falling apart.
Life at home is good. I don't think I've said much over the past 10 months but living with Kevin is pretty freaking awesome. He balances me out -- when we see each other. I've digressed into this ridiculous messiness in the past couple of months and he hasn't thrown anything at me beyond a few TacoBell sauce packets that I totally deserved. That's love. :)
I've pushed myself pretty hard lately and somehow kept it together. I just don't know. Things are good. There are no exceptions.
Yet I feel like I'm about to vomit a lot of the time. I have this constant lump in my throat. I cry at the drop of a hat and I feel like my mind is spinning. I almost passed out at school today and I don't know why. I guess that's life with anxiety. I don't really know. I wish I could be happy. It could be PMS. My life has been flooded with hormones for a few months now that I'd tried my hardest to forget.
Everything seems to be coming together nicely. I was talking to a few people at school today and apparently no one realized I was a first year teacher. They thought I've been doing so well while I feel like I'm constantly in danger of falling apart.
Life at home is good. I don't think I've said much over the past 10 months but living with Kevin is pretty freaking awesome. He balances me out -- when we see each other. I've digressed into this ridiculous messiness in the past couple of months and he hasn't thrown anything at me beyond a few TacoBell sauce packets that I totally deserved. That's love. :)
I've pushed myself pretty hard lately and somehow kept it together. I just don't know. Things are good. There are no exceptions.
Yet I feel like I'm about to vomit a lot of the time. I have this constant lump in my throat. I cry at the drop of a hat and I feel like my mind is spinning. I almost passed out at school today and I don't know why. I guess that's life with anxiety. I don't really know. I wish I could be happy. It could be PMS. My life has been flooded with hormones for a few months now that I'd tried my hardest to forget.