w/e

ive been in philly for the past 3 days, sorta. the first day was great, but the last 2...urgh. i hate doctors. i hate getting paranoid about crap. i hate being lost. i hate having to replace my thoughts with song lyrics to avoid breaking down... i hate being so completely terrified of breaking down. i hate avoiding living because i am afraid not to live... makes no sense, i know, which i guess is y i hate it so much. actually, im sure none of this makes sense. i just wanted 2 say it anyway.