Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 25. I don't want to be 25 but. It will be a hard day.
Since I couldn't afford it I quit therapy. I searched for a psyhiatrist but it was expensive also. So I just bought cipralex without prescription. I know it's ignorant. Never mind..it's ignorant... So I swallowed it. The day before birthday. Maybe it's a birthday present.
Yesterday I gave wrong information to a couple. They asked some thing about law. I'm really incompetent. I hate this job. I hate being useless. I hate being me.
I don't want to be 45 one day and find out I haven't lived but watched YouTube videos instead. To see how people live actually. How they have fun. How they laugh.
I know no-one is gonna read this. I just...wanted to write.
Nothing changes tomorrow, and no, you are NOT almost 30, please. And even then... Nothing is wrong with being 30. I understand your fears, but we will go through this together. You will see, it's not as terrible as it seems. I was exactly where you are one year ago, and yes, my thoughts were the same. But they're not true.
Please, try to think about anything that is nice, positive, instead of trying to predict the future.