The Stress of Having an Under Developed Prefrontal Cortex

So, latley, everything is going wrong. My dad lost his job, which means I won't be able to get a car next year, I won't be getting a cell phone in August and I can't go shopping (yea, I'm one of those materialistic American pigs). The dog that my mom never wanted and was just starting to like, killed her parakeet that she taught to talk. I didn't make the great grades I told my mom I was going to get and my grandfather is in the hospital again. So, both of my parents are depressed and I'm about to make it worse.

As for me, well, I'm stressing because that's what I do best in these situations. On top of it all I have finals and my boyfriend hasn't really talked to me this week which makes me a little paranoid. Next to my friends and my dog, he's all I've got left that's good for me right now. If anything else happens, I'm going to fall appart.

I guess this is all just my anxeiety, but it still is killing me.