Mini Breakdown.

Yesterday was very hard. I put in my two weeks notice, came back and found out that the place I was hoping to live next year isn't an option anymore, and then got yelled at by my father for quitting (it was irresponsible, etc). I couldn't stop crying, then talked to Boy, which helped in that tough-love kind of way.

So, I slept terribly and woke up with outrageously puffy eyes. Popped in some laundry, got ready, and met Boy for lunch. It was wonderful seeing him.

Then I got home and the whole family was relaxing - and thats fantastic. But my anxiety got the better of me. I just started worrying....worrying about the job. Worrying about money. Worrying about where I'm going to live next year, worrying about absolutely everything.

I did what I did, and part of being an adult is dealing with that. So, I'll keep going. I suppose this is part of being an adult. Its weird - it seems like it hits all at once. It kind of sucks, but on the other hand, I'm really excited to get to the perks of being an adult. Being on my own, having my own space, defining my own happiness. On the other hand, all of those are the downsides as well.

I'm not looking forward to going into work tomorrow. I'm closing with my manager, and I know that she'll ask a lot of questions. Obviously. I'm just horrible with confrontation and I'm not very self confidant in that sort of thing...I guess I'll figure it out. I just don't want to worry about it.