| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The anxious and the surreal Sometimes I'm sure I'm the most awful person. After that last whiny entry, my stepfather emailed to say that my stepsister wanted to give me priority on the dates. This was absolutely unprompted but I immediately felt so guilty for feeling so selfish and greedy that I wondered if one of them had read that last post. Anyway. We're still trying to work out details and I may still go out in two weeks rather than one--it just depends on various factors. Hope to have it figured out by tomorrow. The anxiety of planning is rupturing a tear in my stomach lining. The anxiety of it all, I guess. I mean, it's not like I don't know the outcome--so what is there to be anxious about? It's just surreal, that's all. Planning this kind of trip. Fucking surreal. 3:43 pm - 22.09.15
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