My meeting with a college advisor is in two days and I feel like I'm going to mess it up.
Been on the go for the last five days because my driving test is in a few weeks, and I've practicing every chance I get. To the store, to the vet, to the store again.
Yesterday, I got some new clothes to start changing my wardrobe. I didn't fight it, I actually wanted to go. As we were going home, something hit me. Not sure what it was, but it sounded like my brain telling me to stop before I break down. I didn't say anything because I'm afraid of being told that this is what I'll have to do in life. I get that, but I'm not sure how to identify my breaking points.
Today I drove up to my grandmother's because we're watching her house while she's visiting family in Florida. I happened to go through some stuff and found a bunch of VHS tapes I used to love when I was little. I sorta felt like I was going to black out when I started looking at them. Never felt that by just memories before.
I know I'm probably gonna feel better in the morning, but I don't want to let all this fester. I don't want to be a mess at this meeting because it's the only thing I have left in terms of any kind of career.