Procrastinating. I can feel anxiety stabs wracking my body. I don’t want tomorrow to happen. I don’t want to work for that many hours and ugh I really don’t know how people do it. I just want another day to stay here with my S.O. Things have been interesting and I don’t really know what else. Not bad. But it’s going to be lonely and long and it hurts my soul. Two days like that, possibly more. I really hope not.