Jul 15, 2008 12:56
So it's always been my biggest problem: I worry too much. I worry about people, about things that are going on, and pretty much everything around me. And the stress is killing me. This was supposed to be a drama-free summer. I'm leaving in a month and two days, heading off to learn new things. I thought it would be hard to leave but now I'm realizing that I want that fresh start more than anything.
Maybe I shouldn't blog when I'm upset. I'm going to sound like a whiny, emo drama queen and I suppose that's not a good thing. I'm just worried. Today is my last day of freedom, the last day before I have a job. I don't know what that job is going to interfere with - I guess I'll feel a lot better after I know that I can still run the half marathon and canal fest. After all, running is the best cure I have ever found. As long as you don't have shin splints.
But yeah, that's about it. I'm stressing over a dozen different things, my whole family is upset and confused after all that's going on with my grandfather and I'm just sitting here thinking "shit" over and over again. Maybe a little time with my friends will lighten my spirits. Maybe I need sleep, or chocolate. Whatever it takes, I am determined to make things better. Knowing me, though, I'll just make them worse.