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oooooooverwhelmed.
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Aug. 26th, 2008 | 09:15 pm
my suitcases are laying empty outside of my room. i refuse to pack anything. most of it is clothes, which i rationalize by saying i'll just wait until thursday night to pack, but my mom has been on my case to get things done.
half of my life has already been shipped to boston and is (hopefully) waiting for me at my hotel.
besides that most of my anxiety has been around feeling stretched incredibly thin. i feel like a lot of people want a lot of my attention right now and i can't seem to give enough of it out. i hate feeling like a failure, like i can't please people or give them what they want.
all i want to do is stay in my room until i have to leave, because that sounds like the least stressful way to deal with the next forty eight hours. just lay in bed and make lists and pack my way in my time and not feel rushed.
fuck.
half of my life has already been shipped to boston and is (hopefully) waiting for me at my hotel.
besides that most of my anxiety has been around feeling stretched incredibly thin. i feel like a lot of people want a lot of my attention right now and i can't seem to give enough of it out. i hate feeling like a failure, like i can't please people or give them what they want.
all i want to do is stay in my room until i have to leave, because that sounds like the least stressful way to deal with the next forty eight hours. just lay in bed and make lists and pack my way in my time and not feel rushed.
fuck.