Can’t Think of a Title

I haven’t posted for a while… today though I just need someone to listen. I was going to tell my housemates, but then thought they’d just think I was an attention seeker, which I’m not even sure is that far from the truth. Hence, this post. You don’t have to read it because it’s probably very silly. I just have to write it.

I went to University today and submitted my assignment. I then had an hour and a half’s wait until my three hour seminar. Usually I’d stay and maybe get some lunch or something, or go and sit in the library. But today I felt so ridiculously scared. So I went home. And then I had to leave the house again after about 10 minutes of being back to go to my seminar.

And that was it. I was scared. And I went home. And it was awful.

I’m pretty sure this and the nauseating feeling I get every time I get out of bed is simply just withdrawal from Mirtazipine, but it’s still very unpleasant. I’m wasting my whole life being scared and I can’t tell anybody because it hardly even matters. What am I even doing?

That’s it, anyway. See?  Told you it was silly.