I want to move to New York City. I want to work for some high-class, rich, snotty family in Manhattan.  I would move there in a split second if I had the means and my boyfriend was on board. It’s literally been this nagging, itching scratch that I just can’t relieve. NYC has been calling me for years. YEARS.

Im gunna be 23 and have accomplished little to nothing in my life. I fucked up my entire career and college future right after my 18th birthday. Wahhh.

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Im officially pissed off. I have no car, can’t rent a car, can’t ask for a ride without it being an inconvenience. I’m sore, anxiety is setting in, and I don’t know whether it’s worth suing or not. I gotta go to the doctors tomorrow to get anxiety medication and I don’t even know.

I mean what it necessary to drink and drive? And if it was, did you HAVE to drive like an asshole, total my car and almost kill me? It wasn’t.

Overwhelmed with anxiety and anger.

This is me. Every day.

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I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS HUMANLY POSSIBLE TO GAIN 5LBS IN A WEEK.

Stressedouteatingeverything.

I’m currently waiting for Hannah to come home with a M&M Mcflurry.

Sad days.

Going to sit on the couch and watch TV because the muscle relaxers are making me so lethargic.

Home now, was hit by a drunk driver. Car’s fucked up. I’m sore and can’t stop shaking. I just want to bawl. I literally thought I was dead.