you stole my story
My anxiety has been kicken lately. I broke down at a bar last night. (what the fuck). Thank god Court was there. Poor Ryan probably wouldn't have known how to deal with me like that. So not like me. Maybe once i get a job and feel more settled i will get better. Im happy. Im confused. I don't know if i can read people really well or i'm being an emotional hypochondriac. Maybe moving just does this kind of thing to you. Maybe i just miss my friends. Maybe i'm right about everything. I'm glad to go out tonight and meet more people, and drink. My brain is all over the place. I need a beer.