Hello, stress...glad to have you back

Sunday night I had something akin to a panic attack. I was laying in bed, waiting for sleep to catch up with me, and suddenly I was like hyperventilating thinking about checking bar results and the potential of seeing that I hadn't passed the bar. Again. And oh my god, I'm just not sure I'll be able to handle that again. On Monday morning I woke up with one of the biggest caker sores I've ever had, and today I feel another one sprouting on the other side of my mouth. Joy, oh joy.

Anyways, I'm just feeling a little strung out and fragile and had to share. Now: send the lurve.