Tuesday, October 14, 2003

I can't do this...

I really can't. I mean. Shit, I'm the lousiest soon to be daughter-in-law ever and will be the lousiest daughter-in-law. In fact, I don't fuckin wanna be a daughter-in-law. It's the worst thing to be. I want to live in a nice old rickety house, with 10 cats and sleeping with the gardener. I don't know how to handle it. I'm sure every chick goes through it but I don't want to. Not now at least. No. I can't.

Psyche Out

How do you people handle it? I can't stand it. I can't handle adults. I can't even handle myself. I can't handle my family. I definately can't handle someone else's. Someone else's that will be in the same house. I can't do this. No. Shit.

Okay, I need to stop freaking out. I need to stop this anxiety from swelling so much, it hits my brain and shrivels down to my toes and grows back to sit behind my eyes. I can't. Fuck.

*breathes in deeply*

::me:: at 08:00