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I kind of feel like I need to go to the doctor. My anxiety is getting terrible. I don't really want to be medicated, but it's getting to the point that I can't sleep at night. I'm lucky if I get six hours. As of now, I've been up for thirty-four hours, and I couldn't sleep yesterday because I was worried about not being able to get to sleep.

Work is okay, I'm doing well on my new site, but I'm afraid of fucking up. This is the longest I've ever had one job, almost a year. I have a crush on a girl who works in the station, and this is the first real one in a while. But I'm afraid to do anything because I still have to see her four days a week. Plus women are confusing in general, so I don't what I would "do," exactly.

I have to find an apartment soon, and I've completely failed to save any money for that. But I resolved today to shape up. Eat better, exercise during the long hours at work when there's nothing to do, set up some kind of entertainment budget. But I know I'll just quit before I even really start because I always do.

Basically, this shit is bananas. Let's drink until we can't feel feelings anymore.