It's noisy here. My head is spinning. I can't concentrate. Anxiety is off the charts. I can't wait to go home but I feel bad. I want to see everyone. I want to do stuff with them but I'm stuck in this hell of anxiety. I have to train with the dog but it's hard. I decided I will not take the art classes. It doesn't start until September but I can't concentrate, my head is a mess. I have to just understand I can't take on strenuous things even if I've waited years for the opportunity.