Ok so I just need to write this up so I have at least something I can neurotically check online except facebook lol.
I, unfortunately, have an anxiety problem. I took some medication 2 months ago for it...turns out I was extremely sensitive to it...and even though I took it for only a week I still have the effects from it.
Which is good and bad...I'm much much less anxious before (it's so liberating it makes me want to cry)..but unfortunately there are some side effects- headaches and it's much harder to maintain an erection.
I'm also afraid that it's returning slowly...and fuck that would be the worst thing possible.
Writing this might help with that anxiety hopefully...god knows I've chatted with my friends about my issues enough lol.
I'm not in a "bad" situation per se...the only reason it's bad is because of my fucking out-of-control anxiety.
So I went on a date yesterday with the most freaking amazing guy ever and all i can think of is how much of an awkward fool I was...when instead I should just be taking it easy...focusing on school (i'm a bit behind)...and just not working myself up about it.
The date wasn't bad...we had coffee and chatted. Plus we had already slept together a couple days prior...drunkenly after a party of course. I guess I'm more anxious because I just have no clue how he could see anything in me. And moreso...I wish I was as put together as he is...I've been working towards it and I've made a lot of progress but god I'm no where close to that. Most people aren't though I think lol.
I just can't help feel like I'm some pauper and he's the rich prince lol. And I wish I didn't work myself up so much before hand...otherwise I wouldn't have been so freaking nervous. In any case...it's probably all over anyway. I was too damn boring and definately not muscled enough for him. I know some of his ex-boyfriends...they are freaking gorgeous.
And I hate that I feel bad about myself...cause I shouldn't! My life is freaking good...especially compared to what it was before. I have friends, lots of guys are interested in me, I'm out to everyone and loving my sexuality, school is going pretty damn good, and I've made some damn good memories. But that doesn't matter it all goes to shit cause I can't fucking control my head grrrrrrrrr.
I just wish I knew for a fact what he thinks of me...that way if it's over then I can just focus on moving on- and if it's not I can do a happy dance lol. Unfortunately I just can't tell! And how the hell do I get over this feeling of being inferior to him? I don't want him to see that I'm weak...or that I think I'm weak...that'll just turn him off! I'm trying to be strong(er)...but damn...that's just not me usually.
I, unfortunately, have an anxiety problem. I took some medication 2 months ago for it...turns out I was extremely sensitive to it...and even though I took it for only a week I still have the effects from it.
Which is good and bad...I'm much much less anxious before (it's so liberating it makes me want to cry)..but unfortunately there are some side effects- headaches and it's much harder to maintain an erection.
I'm also afraid that it's returning slowly...and fuck that would be the worst thing possible.
Writing this might help with that anxiety hopefully...god knows I've chatted with my friends about my issues enough lol.
I'm not in a "bad" situation per se...the only reason it's bad is because of my fucking out-of-control anxiety.
So I went on a date yesterday with the most freaking amazing guy ever and all i can think of is how much of an awkward fool I was...when instead I should just be taking it easy...focusing on school (i'm a bit behind)...and just not working myself up about it.
The date wasn't bad...we had coffee and chatted. Plus we had already slept together a couple days prior...drunkenly after a party of course. I guess I'm more anxious because I just have no clue how he could see anything in me. And moreso...I wish I was as put together as he is...I've been working towards it and I've made a lot of progress but god I'm no where close to that. Most people aren't though I think lol.
I just can't help feel like I'm some pauper and he's the rich prince lol. And I wish I didn't work myself up so much before hand...otherwise I wouldn't have been so freaking nervous. In any case...it's probably all over anyway. I was too damn boring and definately not muscled enough for him. I know some of his ex-boyfriends...they are freaking gorgeous.
And I hate that I feel bad about myself...cause I shouldn't! My life is freaking good...especially compared to what it was before. I have friends, lots of guys are interested in me, I'm out to everyone and loving my sexuality, school is going pretty damn good, and I've made some damn good memories. But that doesn't matter it all goes to shit cause I can't fucking control my head grrrrrrrrr.
I just wish I knew for a fact what he thinks of me...that way if it's over then I can just focus on moving on- and if it's not I can do a happy dance lol. Unfortunately I just can't tell! And how the hell do I get over this feeling of being inferior to him? I don't want him to see that I'm weak...or that I think I'm weak...that'll just turn him off! I'm trying to be strong(er)...but damn...that's just not me usually.

















