The joys of an anxiety attack.

There is nothing like being on the edge of one's tether. Work has been hellish. A new position with no more money and a lot more headaches. No computer to release stress with. No one to have sex with to release stress. I am irritable, lonely and fed up. The last time I felt this way I almost ran away from home, as a grown up. The art class is wonderful, but exhausting. Running is still good but it can't be the only form of release or I will burn out. Tears have been close all day, and probably will rear their ugly heads during the run tonight. I loath this. I wish the shit would just hit the fan, so I can deal with the aftermath instead of anticipating it.