Holy fucking Nostalgia. That was intense. Too, too too… intense. Wow.
Didn’t expect that at all. Reading emails from the High School days was not needed. Why the fuck did I read all that shit? I purposely forgot about most of that crap ages ago and reading it just now was just *shivers*… brought back a LOAD of emotions. Perhaps this is therapeutic? Heh, this excites me for shrink talk. I’ll drive the doctor into therapy after she’s done with me.
This social anxiety/agoraphobia and depression shit doesn’t fuck around eh? One minute you’re up, next minute you’re down. It’s too much. Goddamn roller-coaster. Best thing to do is just get the fuck out there and be around people. Even if you’re sweating like an African bullfrog on a steamy, humid evening night in the Sahara.
*never again shall I go back in time and re-read 12 year old emails… my god… not good for one’s head or mental state*
I feel a panic attack coming on.. I gotta go.