Somedays aren't yours at all, the come and go as if they're someone elses days.

[jademaverick]

First anxiety attack in the new apartment. 
it's not bad. 
Just there.

I want to curl up. I want to cry. I want to have a reason.
I want to disappear and reappear where there are hundreds of people. I want to be swallowed up in the throngs. 
I miss the city so much.

There isn't really anything wrong. Except for feeling like everything is wrong. Like I'm

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[vkngguym]

This may seem odd, but aside from the anxiety, I know *exactly* how you feel.
It's like you gotta get out no matter what. Screw everything else.

[echoeverafter]

Oh, Rachel...I know how you feel. I'm sort of in that situation too, at least in regards to the job stuff. We just need to try and remember that this isn't permanent. That it's just a paycheck, a way to pay the bills and save money for things we really want and need. It's only temporary. Maybe what we need to do is sit down and make plans. Any kind of plans. Plans for next week, plans for next year. They don't have to stick, they can change according to circumstance, but it will give us something other to live for than the laundry room or the kitchen.

[yourcentury]

Are we ever happy?

Let's try to be happy.

Just a little bit. Just with each other, even.

Someday things will be different. Whether you will like them better or worse is difficult to say. But we can make the best of things right now. We can. We will.