step one: slit my throat

[widget_alley]

A long time ago, before winter break and about halfway through the fall semester, I started feeling worried and anxious for no reason at all. It was like something nagging at me constantly; like a homework assignment I'd forgotten but knew in the back of my head was due next week. The semester ended, break crawled by in an orgy of retail work

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[katiemorris]

I don't really get these kind of feelings, but my gut instinct is that deep down you know what you're afraid of, you know what is looming up but your mind isn't letting on to you what it is. You're frightened of something, obviously. Sorry not to be more erudite. Usually if I feel there's something ominous about to happen, I'm perfectly aware of what it is.

I hope you're okay.

[widget_alley]

I may very well know what I'm afraid of, and just be in denial, but I'm not too worried about myself, if that makes sense-- maybe I'm just dumb and arrogant, but I have the feeling I'll be fine. All the anxiety seems to be centered on the people around me (which is kind of unusual, since normally I have no problem worrying about myself!) That alone is odd enough to ring alarm bells for me... I'm usually pretty good at sitting back and letting people learn the lessons they need to learn without interference from me.

[doctor_seward]

Would it help if I told you something awful and we just pretend that's what was coming? Because I would do that for you...

On a more serious note, do you have a cell phone or some other means of contact? I keep wanting to call you and remembering that all I have is your house phone and I get the feeling you aren't there to pick it up as much as you once were.