Coming back to Birmingham was like stepping through a doorway laden with anxiety poisoned cobwebs.
And I can’t shake them off.
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I’m leaving the house in 5 mins
which will be the first time in what must be close to two weeks (discounting walks to the local shop for tobacco and weed). I’m bricking it. I’m going birdwatching/walking with my mom and her two sisters, my aunties, and I’m so anxious, I’m holding back tears now. I just don’t want to go. I want to get my jim-jams back on curl up in bed.
When did I become like this. What happened to me.
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Shit, I found reddit.
Because I need to be less productive, what with tumblr, stumbleupon, wow and the rest of the internet to check daily.
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Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
Didn’t even know about it, most likely not
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