Can't... Breathe...
I'm flipping out. I mean actually flipping out. I'm so close to a panic attack it's not even funny. I get like this a few times a year (usually when finals are close) but it's never been this bad before. I'm in a never-ending state of anxiety. I have 13 actual days of school left, and then 3 provincials that I know I'm going to bomb and then summer, and then HOLY FUCKING CRAP I'M IN GRADE 11. Where the hell did the time go? Was yesterday not just my first day of middle school? When did work actually start to involve work? When did it become mandatory to have a job? I need something to calm me down. I've had a combined total of 8 hours of sleep since Sunday morning. Not. Cool.
Everything seems to trigger me flipping out now. I'm afraid that if I don't get a job right this second that it means I'll never ever get employed; if I don't think about all of my final projects then I'll never get an idea and fail. There's just this circle of fear. I need help. I need reassurance. I just don't know if anyone can say anything to actually make me calm down. The future's coming fast, and I really, really don't like it.
Everything seems to trigger me flipping out now. I'm afraid that if I don't get a job right this second that it means I'll never ever get employed; if I don't think about all of my final projects then I'll never get an idea and fail. There's just this circle of fear. I need help. I need reassurance. I just don't know if anyone can say anything to actually make me calm down. The future's coming fast, and I really, really don't like it.