Riptor
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I have to face my art professor 'cause I missed his class on the day of critiques due to my fear of presenting my work in front of all those students. Thus my grade will suffer tremendously. I wish I could die in my sleep...sigh.
Does that ever bring back memories...
Today I am nervous nervous nervous. Going to see the doctor in a bit to ask pretty please for some meds. I've never done anything like this before. At best it could be a turning point, but I've been wrong plenty before.
Also, I can't figure out whether it's ironic that I'm nervous to see a doctor specializing in anxiety or not. I also can't figure out whether it's ironic to ask for anti-anxiety medicine on April 20, the day you're supposed to get baked and chill. This is killing me.