the usual.
Ever since about February of this year, it seems it's been one thing after another with my ongoing wars against anxiety. Occasionally I get depressed about it, but more often I just get frustrated and angry. Angry, I suppose, because when I'm calmer, I often feel like I'm wasting the best years of my life stuck inside my head.
Yet on the other hand...maybe there's a silver lining. I'm pretty sure if I had never had these issues, I would have never realized what's really important in life. I'd probably be a much more materialistic person, and wouldn't enjoy the simple things as much. I might have been less happy. So maybe in a way, it's a good thing? I guess I'd like to think as much, at least...
Ok well enough of that drama...I still need to post mexico part dos at some point...