Moving.
As the days pass, I’m beginning to feel the anxiety. I know this because all day today I felt like my heart was racing. I literally felt like I was on ecstasy. Not that I should complain, but I honestly did not want to feel like this all day. I couldnt really eat or focus on anything. I’m getting so nervous, and it doesn’t help that people keep telling my mom to talk me out of moving in with him. I honestly do not see what the big deal is? I’m not looking at it as my new home for the rest of my life. I’m looking at it as a roof over my head, where I’m welcomed until we figure out our next move. I do not, absolutely do NOT plan on living there forever. Ha, fuck that….But again, so nervous, worried, anxious, happy, excited. Fuuck. Goodnight.
