I hate days like this. I've been awake for a little over an hour and I'm already so anxious I'm pacing here in my room and cussing out loud. I don't even really know why I'm so anxious. Or maybe I do know. I don't know. I can't decide. I find it difficult to know what I'm feeling. I just know I don't feel good.

Have to go to uni now. Great.

Here's something good though: yesterday I found out I got an A (or the Swedish equivalent of an A) in bacteriology. That means I've passed all my exams this year with pretty good grades. Quite proud of that. Especially since I have to study while dealing with mental illness.