My Amazing Life of Doom.
Welcome to my hellish day.
Funny enough, no single event made it this way. By 'this way' I mean TERRIBLE.
I had to stand in the rain for a half-hour waiting for the bus, seeing as I missed the first one by about ten feet. Then I had to go to work, which never really makes for a good day...
Pile on the surprise anxiety attack that occurred about an hour into my shift, and you really make my day. Make my day HORRIBLE, that is.
I started crying while I was on the phones. I reacted to this by going into the bathroom and calming myself down. I washed my face off, and marched resolutely back into the office. I honestly thought I was going to be okay, that it had just been work-stress based on the awful people I'd been talking to. Well, I thought that until my break, when I started mildly hyperventilating and sobbing outside while smoking. Actually, I almost fell down the stairs on my way outside, when I actually started crying.
It got better, of course. It always does.
But I am SO DONE with this anxiety disorder. I don't want to be the girl who posts nothing but depressing livejournal entries.
Now I'm left feeling lonely at home, by myself. What I want more than anything else right now is to be held, or to be EXCEEDINGLY drunk. Perhaps both. I think that I just don't want to be alone tonight. It's a pity that it's a week night. And that I'm very, very poor.
Funny enough, no single event made it this way. By 'this way' I mean TERRIBLE.
I had to stand in the rain for a half-hour waiting for the bus, seeing as I missed the first one by about ten feet. Then I had to go to work, which never really makes for a good day...
Pile on the surprise anxiety attack that occurred about an hour into my shift, and you really make my day. Make my day HORRIBLE, that is.
I started crying while I was on the phones. I reacted to this by going into the bathroom and calming myself down. I washed my face off, and marched resolutely back into the office. I honestly thought I was going to be okay, that it had just been work-stress based on the awful people I'd been talking to. Well, I thought that until my break, when I started mildly hyperventilating and sobbing outside while smoking. Actually, I almost fell down the stairs on my way outside, when I actually started crying.
It got better, of course. It always does.
But I am SO DONE with this anxiety disorder. I don't want to be the girl who posts nothing but depressing livejournal entries.
Now I'm left feeling lonely at home, by myself. What I want more than anything else right now is to be held, or to be EXCEEDINGLY drunk. Perhaps both. I think that I just don't want to be alone tonight. It's a pity that it's a week night. And that I'm very, very poor.