You know what’s the worst?

I hate it when I worry so much and then realize that it didn’t matter at all.  I’ve been feeling a lot anxiety this semester over this one class that I’m taking.  I’ve been worrying so much that it’s ruined some outings and time I spend away from school.  Right now I’m supposed to be studying hard for a midterm that I have on Tuesday, but it’s going so slow.  I was supposed to wake up super early and “get on it” but I didn’t start until 4 pm … P told me to not worry about what I didn’t do, but look at what I have to do.  I guess he’s right … I feel bad because I always cry about school, it’s really nothing in the end.  Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe so I have to put my head between my legs and take deep breaths.  A few weeks ago it got so bad that I woke up with chest pains and that has NEVER happened before.

I should go study or else I’m going to feel worse … it’s so hard to not feel anxious.