I Believe I’ve Been Kicked To The Curb

Guess I’ll have to play the game what else could it be?

Anxiety is no fun.

Jumping to worst case scenario is no fun.

So my appointment was going to be delayed but instead I opted to completely reschedule.

My frantic mind assumes scheduling conflicts will go in ad nauseam.

Did I use that term correctly?

What else could it be besides no body likes me everybody hates me I’m gonna eat some worms?

Ugh mo. I’ve officially lost it y’all.

As always more to come.