In other news: this anxiety shit? Way out of hand. It is becoming a major ordeal to psych myself up to eat food, let alone do the laundry. I really think the depression is not chemical and is instead an offshoot of the anxiety. Because I still want everything I can squeeze out of life. I just lack the swaggering overconfidence and hubris that would make possible my meteoric rise (but meteors are known for their fallingness...) and obligatory consequent plummet.
HELLO FUTURE EMPLOYERS WHO ARE GOOGLING THIS!
I pretty much want to be acting/doing comedy full-time. With my abilities, I am on the way to becoming Steve Carrell's character on the Office (supplied courtesy reverend_dave). You have no chance to survive make your time. Other than that, music is the only thing saving me right now. Someone get this man a guitar and a ridiculous emo haircut!
Happy birthday, Alison. Je t'adore!