…is waiting for my appointment. I tried to run errands before so I would have things to do.
Of course the post office I went to for lunch was closed, so I couldn’t get that done.
I did go the pharmacy and have to wait, but not long enough.
So I’m early.
I try not to be more than ten minutes early to things anymore because I just get anxious. It’s stupid.
I guess she’s “coming right out” so I won’t have to wait too long.
I feel like I can’t breathe.
It’s ridiculous. Therapy is necessary at this point. I’m hoping we can schedule twice next week as well, because I’m not really okay.
My friend is “babysitting” me tonight and I super appreciate it. I need someone to keep me in check.
I might dye my hair a funny color or get a tattoo or do something I might regret later if I didn’t have a stabilizing influence.
I just feel a little “out of control.”
I hate this feeling. I HATE it.
Oh well. Hopefully she comes for me soon.
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