Dear T, Two more days till I see you again and I already feel like I have too much to talk about. Today my stomach is in my chest. I have a meeting where I need to impress some people and I have no idea what I'm in for. It' trying hard to find some inspiration. I wish I had a normal brain. I wish I had a normal work ethic. I wish I felt competent in anything. I feel like so much chaos.

Can someone please just fix my life?