Wish I Wasn't So Miserable
I am filled with anxiety right now. I think I'm inferior in every aspect of my life. I'm not even thinking clearly. I've been reading Lynda's LJ archives from '03 and it's making me long for the more simplier and innocent days of 2 years ago (even though they weren't). I don't give a rat's ass about 2003. Aside from being the year Lynda and I wed, there's nothing endearing about '03, yet I'm almost obsessing over it. I just feel downright fatigued and stressed out.