Hoping my boyfriend can come by for festivities.
He told me he's unhappy with us because I don't tell him when things are wrong; gotta be better.
My friend triggered my anxiety a bit on mistake, but I'm pushing that aside to calm her down because she's freaking out and to make sure she doesn't do anything she'll regret.
I want to stab somebody right now, but at the same time I want to cry in a corner.
I'm eating dinner with my family in Chicago. (As some of you know, I flew there from California.)
My sister had eye pains, so my dad took her to go buy eye drops.
So I'm all alone.
And then my cousin and her friends start making snide comments about me. They comment about how I must be anorexic, and how I must get facials and hair treatments in California. For ****'s sake, they even insulted my facial shape. I just want to go home and book a hotel for the night.
My roommates are literally **** and owe me a large amount of money and haven't been able to pay me for almost 3 months.
Also apparently they can't take out the trash while I'm gone for two weeks or mow our lawn or do anything at all.
I'm so mad about it.
I got invited to go on my first real trip with my boyfriend to meet his extended family.
I'm nervous; my mum is more concerned about me losing weight before I go down there so I'll "feel better about myself."
I was feeling fine until you said that, mum... I don't want to embarrass him.
But, honestly, I'm feeling okay about how I look...? I gained back all the weight I lost last summer, yeah. It sucks. But I still feel okay... Besides, why can't I be cute and chubby? His grandma already thinks I'm really pretty and talks about liking me nonstop and that's who I'm more concerned about impressing.
I'm worried about the last two weeks of classes, I have an exam Monday with a 12 page study guide I haven't even looked at and a project due the monday after that, as well as a final exam. I just want to fast forward to August please.
I feel like the only two "close friends" I have take very little interest in my interests and life even though I make an effort to relate to them, and it seems like I can't make any new friends to fill this void.
a condition I've had since early childhood is just being rattled off as 'anxiety' and my doctor said that the only disability in life is a bad attitude