Jan 19, 2008 16:04
i can't tell you much about life.
i can tell you that when i get stressed out i can focus my vision on nothing. i can honestly stare into space and forget where i am while that absolute "oh my god shit has really hit the fan if i don't fix this now" feel seeps through my skin. it leaves a sort of odor too. the type that make you short circut and flip out on your sister because you keep thinking she is calling your name when shes just been typically obnoxious and loud.
sorry linds, i really thought you were calling me while i made desperate phone calls to my crazy boss from the bathroom. because the bathroom is the only place i can ensure being left alone and not having anyone eavesdrop. because i'm partly paranoid that my mom will over hear my conversation about how i've royally fucked myself in school again.
oh. my. gee. i is freaking.