Okay, for over a month, my anxiety has come back and it has been worse than ever. I write my grandma a letter, explaining what all I've been dealing with. She reads the letter and makes me a doctor's appointment on Thursday. When I come into the living room. Here's how this conversation went:
Grandma: You wouldn't have this anxiety if you weren't in church.
Me: Grandma, my anxiety is worse when I'm in church.
Grandma: It shows you're not 'ready to go' when the time
I'm curious, what sounds better.
The Last Outlaw, or The Lone Warrior
And it doesn't help that I'm trying to do homework, either. It's from Phineas and Ferb, my brother watches it (the parts where this song played were hilarious, though. XD)
Here. It's pretty stupid.
But for a few weeks now I've been coming to terms with the fact that I dig fellow staffer and all-around brilliant person @Kaori; in a way that was more than just platonic. I figured she wouldn't be interested in a boring, plain old high schooler like me, but on Friday, in a series of events worthy of the most dramatic soap opera, it turned out that, uh, I was wrong. Kind of absolutely, completely wrong. Like, at a "wow, Jabber, how utterly incorrect can you be"
Pretty neat stuff, I guess? Been kind of sort of waiting. I guess.