Well today was my official last day of classes for my first semester of college and I just didn't feel up to it today. So I stayed in bed. I just didn't want to go to school for some stupid 50 minute class so now I have to e-mail my instructor to try to get her send me the final.
I just don't feel good. I feel like shit, my pulse is racing, my palms are sweaty, I'm still suffering these damn anxiety/panic attacks. I feel miserable. I went to the school doctor the other day about my anxiety problems and played some ignorance until she gave me Xanax. It was only 15 .5 mg pills but it gets rid of the anxiety attack.
I'm really having trouble with my diet. For the past two days it's been really hard not to eat anything, so instead I've been indulging a bit and then vomiting. Yesterday I threw up every single thing I ate!
Apparently there's a crazy lady in my building. When I went out for ice cream last night there was this drunk, I mean bombed! lady in the hallway on my floor screaming. She was hollering something about the man next door beating his wife and how she disappeared right after the baby was born. She kept yelling, "mother fucker, I didn't ask for it but I'll sure as hell finish it, I'll kill you mother fucker, i'll fucking kill you!" and the such. I called the cops on her once and they came and pushed her back into her apartment once, then not two minutes later she was back in the hallway screaming the same nonsense. So I called the cops again and when they got here they tried to push her back into her apartment, that's when I opened the door and told the cops how she was kicking my door until the paint chips were falling off, making threats and all that nonsense. They made it clear that she was going to jail. Crazy woman. I mean I was drunk too, but I didn't need to go getting arrested for it.