Ughhh. Panic attack at work. I hate confrontation and I hate bullshit from the past. Fuck the past, you know? Blarg. Had to muster up the courage to ask a friend to communicate some bullshit to someone else on behalf of me and I'm just BETTING on how this is going to blow up in my face. Niceness should be everyone's default, you know? Just be nice, guys!

Therapy was great. She thinks I have PTSD and the more I read about it, the more I agree with her. Can't talk about it now because I'm too busy nervous-sweating out of every pore on my body while trying not to barf before my meeting. Haha! I'm fine!