*long sigh*

I feel older than my years... I can physically feel myself wearing out. I'm already beginning to form worry lines. Well, laugh lines too. I guess there are causes for both. There's a constant knot rolled up in the pit of my stomach. I worry about everything it seems... financial things, my evil step-brother, my parents, my brothers, my relationships, Stephen, my career, his career, his health, my health, my school work, my home work, my grades, my room having some modicum of cleanliness, and the list goes on.

I am going to give myself an ulcer. I just know. I am already giving myself panic attacks. I should probably speak to a doctor about something for the anxiety. It's getting really bad now.

I'm so busy it seems. There never seems to be a moment to just sit and read a good book. If I do, I get behind, especially in my history class. Did I mention I'll be lucky to get a C in there? I'll have A's everywhere else, I believe. I'll still have my scholarship which is important.

Don't get me wrong. I love college! I love it here at Henderson and I love the experience I'm having. It's just there is so much going on. Both at home and at school.

1865 / 5000 words. 37% done!