Stress

Apparently I'm stressed out. I don't feel very stressed, but I am continually bombarded with reminders manifested as physical pain, first in my neck and then in my mouth. I'm not going to bore anyone with details, but I just want to put it out there that this pain has been quite a hindrance to what I need to accomplish before the year ends. And when I say year, I mean school year, which is only about two weeks away. I'm starting a journal to rant about everything and everyone and write all the things that would be offensive if repeated out loud. I'm sure it will be pretty boring actually, but it will be good to have something to just get all my thoughts into. Not that I don't love my blog, but let's face it, it's gotta be censored and interesting to work. It would be hard to find readers (is that what I really want anyway?) if I talk about how great my lunch was every single day.

I need a house. I'm not in a good place to discuss what happened regarding the previous house that Dave and I were set on. I'm also now alone in the search for a place to live. Dave and I decided it would be easier for each of us to find a place if we went our seperate ways. I'll admit it's frightening, to say the least. I hate being so unsure about something so crucial. There's a naked, vulnerable feeling about the matter that I need to fix or I'll go crazy. I need the stability and reassurance of knowing that I have a place to sleep next year. I know what I'm going to try to do but I'm not sure if I can find forgiveness in my heart and gather the composure to ask.


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Ulrika is RETARDED. Literally.