Go Your Own Way.

So, my dear little darlings,

I have returned, *insert a fabulously horrible hair-flip and wave here*

And I don't think I've missed much,

Yeah a couple days of my life,

A few hours of sleep,

And possibly some good tv.

But seriously, nothing important.

AND.

I think I have anxiety attacks.

Ok, well, I know I have them,

But the thing I need to know is: Does that happen to everyone else?

Do you have a single passing thought that suddenly drives you to such fear that you start crying and clinging to walls?

Please, tell me you do, because it'd make me feel a lot better. Because I'm a little scared about it. It hurts, you know, mentally, the anxiety.

I just need to know if it's normal. Some reassurance that I don't need scary meds or therapy.

And I'm pretty sure I love most of my family due to "Stockholm Syndrome". :) Because I have nothing in common with most of them and don't actually get a long with them that well, I just pretend to. I pretend a lot of things actually. I'm sure you all do too, though.

We all pretend.

Sometimes it's as simple as pretending you made that last light while driving,

Or it can complex like getting snowed in with someone you particularly like and things get awkward.

Or you can pretend you're a unicorn. I particularly like that one myself.

The fridge is broken! The fridge is broken! It's true! It's making funny noises and it's lost its prized chilliness!

The poor thing's sick.

Geez, you don't know how badly I want a nap right now.

You know how bad?

Really, really bad.

Oh. And he thinks I'm smart.

Apparently my stupid comments all year made no impression. Yes.

That's awesome.

Ok, well I've got nothing more to offer you than anxiety and Stockholm Syndrome, so Adieu.