The days keep ticking off on my calendar and they can't go fast enough. I feel like I'm racing against something, like somehow if I don't get out of here soon enough, everything I'm waiting for will suddenly disappear. I can't stand being in these spots, with everything set to go, but out of my control.
Mostly I just don't want to lose her.
Mostly I just don't want to lose her.
prettyawful:
Well at least you write beautifully when you are stressed and anxious.... I guess it could be worse. 