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Life has me by the ankles on a bungee. I scare myself lately.
But there are these guys named DougTimMattJoel. It's really theraputic being with them - lots of laughter and the constant presence of music. All the eccentrics keep me sane. If I didn't have them to turn to in the midst of all this edginess, I may have completely combusted beneath all this anxiety.
And of course these lovely gals CeliaAmyKristine. Jessica too. They keep me centered and grounded. I love and thank them with all my heart. Thanks for always being there for me.
It seems like my panic attacks recently have taken a toll on my immune system. I'm sick. Really sick. I accidently ate mold (the spore-y kind not the weird oozy kind). Damn food. Now I need to fast to clear out my system. Friday after Kermesse (PLEASE let me still be able to sing) I'm going to the doctor to get a note for my teachers.
I had a dream where I hated the house. I woke up this morning and I found that I had carved a knife into my wall multiple times. The knife was from the kitchen. I don't remember my dream.
And tonight, I lock myself in my room.