Anxiety

Part I:
For some reason, I feel like I'm forgetting something.

Which is adding to this short of breathe and weird sense of discomfort.

This is absolutely foreign to me.

Which is why I can't seem to make complete sense of this.

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(Complete side-thought: At what intensity of anxiety is a medicated approach necessary?

When should I worry? And I'm not at all thinking that I would ever need a prescription to Valium, Xanax, or Klonopin... But who does and why? How bad can anxiety get?

I dont know. I just can't seem to type at all or function properly for this reason solely.)

(Back to the intial intent of this post.)

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Part I(B):
All of this probably has something to do with this buildup of responsibility that I have for this weekend, especially because its Halloween (but not directly because its Halloween).

It's just bad timing.

I'm not to excited about this holiday coming so abruptly.

Not that I couldn't plan for it, but because a series of events had led to my stressed mindset.

Everything is a mess, right now.

And these past 2 days in particular, have made me realized... (I hate saying this too, but)

I'm a zombie.

I'm motivation-less.

And I'm completely oblivious to personal management (i.e. health, time, and finances).

...When my life lacks an object of affection.

I've been missing that for more than a while now.

So, I'm just a bit disorganized (generally speaking).

There's just something about relationships, that keep me on task and in check.

Tragic flaw. (Note: Remedy this.)

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Part II:
Life needs more (task oriented) lists.

Thursday: Leave here. Mow lawn. Carve linoleum. Do more than stare at Bio.

Friday: Surely don't just stare at Bio. Then go to work till midnight.

Saturday: Work your shitty, baby-dick of a shift. Get a little loose.

Sunday: Don't sleep in; if you do you're fucked. Make powerpoint for social suicide (speech).

Monday: Drive to class. Drive to print; and print like there's no tomorrow. Then proceed back home, to talk to a mirror for a couple hours, preparing for an inevitable (and yet very painful) death.

Tuesday: (Hopefully) Survive. And laugh about how uneventful the next week to come will be.

Wednesday: Create a new list.

Final Thought
Figured my anxiety would go away, after blogging about it.

I was wrong.

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