So, after a Christmas surprisingly free of tension headaches and rampant panic stricken anxiety attacks, but marred by chuntering rellies, what I suspect is a kidney infection, and increasingly paranoid fantasies about what exactly will happen when I see my girlfriend again, tomorrow I will finally get to see her again.
It feels like a lot has happened since I last saw her. I have to remember not to just forget it all the moment I lay eyes on her, or all this has been for nothing.
I’ve never looked forward to something I’m shitting myself about so much.
