turn out the light & what are you left with
Can't sleep.
Can't sleep.
Can't sleep.
Anxiety will eat me.
Doesn't matter that I have something to do starting at 9 tomorrow or that it's getting too late for anyone sane or INsane to be awake, and thus I have no one to talk to. (Note: if you ARE awake and want to talk, contact me in comments.) ETA 2 hours later: Trying to sleep now.
I seriously don't think I can do this-this being school (primarily school) and medications and keeping shit together and life, really.
Maybe I should take the semester off but I just keep thinking about how that would look to the admissions people at the University.
I have so much nervous energy I just want to clean or do SOMETHING to fix all this shit. My room is so cluttered, AGAIN, and it's driving me a little more nuts.
Instead I just sit here, chain-smoking and listening to this song over and over.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
The last time I was marginally more anxious than this was before my judge hearing for Social Security.
Seriously. Plain old college classes, which I have attended for almost two years now, are inducing in me a panic that hithertofore was only seen in dealing with GOVERNMENT AGENCIES that could decide large parts of my entire future.
This can't be good.
Originally posted at Dreamwidth. Comment there (
), or feel free to comment here.
Can't sleep.
Can't sleep.
Anxiety will eat me.
Doesn't matter that I have something to do starting at 9 tomorrow or that it's getting too late for anyone sane or INsane to be awake, and thus I have no one to talk to. (Note: if you ARE awake and want to talk, contact me in comments.) ETA 2 hours later: Trying to sleep now.
I seriously don't think I can do this-this being school (primarily school) and medications and keeping shit together and life, really.
Maybe I should take the semester off but I just keep thinking about how that would look to the admissions people at the University.
I have so much nervous energy I just want to clean or do SOMETHING to fix all this shit. My room is so cluttered, AGAIN, and it's driving me a little more nuts.
Instead I just sit here, chain-smoking and listening to this song over and over.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
The last time I was marginally more anxious than this was before my judge hearing for Social Security.
Seriously. Plain old college classes, which I have attended for almost two years now, are inducing in me a panic that hithertofore was only seen in dealing with GOVERNMENT AGENCIES that could decide large parts of my entire future.
This can't be good.
Originally posted at Dreamwidth. Comment there (
), or feel free to comment here.