Signing up for this semester's classes while my mum makes me feel bad for still being in community college, almost done with a second degree, and still scared to go away for uni. Oops... I also read a few things by accident that triggered my anxiety and I'm all, "Welp, there goes my happiness at having a content comfortable day for a change." The 12 lbs I put back on from my Zoloft are making me feel like a failure, a fat ugly failure, especially since I worked so hard to lose all this weight last summer. I'm scared that they put me on Prozac. I still haven't picked up my trial medication... I feel like that it makes allllll this permanent and real. Zoloft wasn't scary, but it made me hungry and irrational and pick at my face.
The heat is bothering me, the pc is to slow ever since updating the system to windows 7 and I need to do a crapload of work to get my diploma next month.