I've realized...

I've realized that most things don't affect me, but the things that do affect me a lot...

Like, if I get a bad grade on a test, I'm fine. No biggie.

But if I can't write, I go haywire...

Seriously. I have shit nerves. When something gets me nervous, I'm really nervous. Or sad, or excited, or whatever. And that's fun when it's good stuff. But it means I get freaked over things that should be small.

I've made charts to demonstrate.

How other people are affected by stuff:
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How I'm affected by stuff:
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Roughly, anyways.

Maybe I'm clingy. I dunno. But I feel depressed now, because my best friends (they live together) are moving, so they don't have internet, and their phone charger is lost, so we can only have very short conversations. That combined with a super writers' block where I simply can't write just because I can't... well, yeah, I'm depressed. Obviously, writing means a lot to me.

I dunno what to do about it. I hate how things affect me... shit, I'm such a lost cause. x_x

Anyway, I'll take a random moment to whore my Bike stories out... ahem... (moment taken).

*peace and love*

-The Eternally Confused Bobbye