Been listening to a lot of ICP and Twisted lately. I blame my best friends.
On that note. Today was bad. I couldn't sleep, then I had a panic attack, and started freaking out about being alone in my room. My best friend accepted that I kept him awake, because he knew I needed held.
My dad died in his dorm room, because he was alone, didn't feel right, and didn't have anyone to make sure he called the hospital. He had a heart attack. They didn't find him for 3 days. He was 32. I don't know if I will ever be able to live alone. I think I'm ok, and then I freak out, and can't deal with things.
I am starting going to the gym in January. I need to get my weight controlled, because I'm 4 years away from 30, and almost twice the weight I was at 18. I can't not do this. It is important.
