I knew it would happen sooner than later.

I’ve cracked.
Seriously. I’m done.

“God will never give you any more than you can handle” “Everything happens for a reason” BLAH BLAH BLAH — BLAH BLAH.

I feel like slipping into a coma for the next few years so everything and everyone can figure out what the hell they are going to do.
I want to wake up from this coma and shit to be better and different and NOT ON MY DAMN SHOULDERS.

I’m skipping Dr. Lousy tonight. There is NO WAY IN HELL I can make it to that class and not want to rip out his throat.

I’m at that point where I just want to say, “Fuck it, I have an ‘acute panic and anxiety disorder’. BIG FUCKING DEAL. LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT.”
Fix it? THERE IS NO FIX IT. It’s a “DEAL WITH IT” syndrome.
Trust me, with alllllllll the shit that is going on in my life right now, there is NO WAY that BREATHING and talking myself out of it is going to make it better.

I’m just done. For awhile. I’m just going to go into fetal position under the covers and hope to God that no one decides they need to ‘fix me’ or ‘get me out of the house’ because I swear I will beat the living hell out of them with bottles of Febreze.