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[gotlivingdead]

i swear this past week has been one bloody anxiety attack, and if something doesnt change, i wouldnt be surprised if i ended up in the hospital. I despise dorm life, and although my roomie is an absolute sweetheart, it's not my space, its not my stuff, its not my routine, and people i dont know stress me the fuck out. aka I'm having a major aspie moment which is being compounded by the fact that my mom is a compulsive liar, nags beyond any reasonable amount, generally stresses me and is the reason why i wanted to move out in the 1st place.

so basically, (dorm=stress)+(home=stress)= Tegan's gonna die.

ok, maybe not die, but it sure as hell feels like it.