My anxiety has been throuhgh the roof for about a month. I’m glad that it’s happening, but I’m justifiably nervous about the very immediate future.
I’m leaving the place I love in a few days, and have not even started packing. I’m leaving my best friends, and have cried with both of them.
But I get to start over on the west coast, just like I always secretly dreamed of doing, with the guy I love. So it’ll be okay.
The fact that I’m so sad about leaving just means that I was lucky enough to find something incredibly special here.
And im just so glad im fucking done with schoolwork -_-