Anxious. Term 3 of my senior year of high school starts tomorrow. Exams are looming. I just want it done and over with so I can leave this narrow-minded, binge-drinking, yeehaw hole of a town. I hate being in that school. It's too open. My peers radiate this energy that frightens me. I'm also anxious about therapy on Wednesday. It's my 6th session, but I hate being open nonetheless. So in conclusion, I'm anxious. 134 days left until I can leave though
Feeling like I miss my old life, before everything really went downhill almost 3 years ago now. For all its imperfections, frustrations, and other problems, compared to how things are now, it was like a dream.