Thursday, March 15, 2007
I hate how I sometimes start thinking about something painful (my stepdad, how I haven't seen my little sisters in too long, etc.) and I can't stop thinking about it. I was just starting to fall asleep and I thought about something and, well, here I am awake again, and that's led me to think about/do all kinds of other stuff, and, well, my brain is too active. You would think with a brain this active I'd actually get something done every once in awhile.
I finally found my keys late this afternoon, though, after 12 hours or so of frantic panicking and on and off searching. I very nearly had my first anxiety attack in, well, ages.
Findhappyplacefindhappyplacefindhappyplace...









