Almost done packing... I'll probably be gone within the hour.

The anxiety has been eating me alive. I've been irritable and pissed off and wishing I was anywhere but here. Now I feel more... calm? Numb? I just want to crawl under the sheets and stay there... but I can't do that. I have to try holding it together a bit longer. They're helping me and I'm snapping at them. I hate snapping at my father. He doesn't deserve it. Neither do my friends.

I'll try pretending I'm fine... the worst is over with anyway.