crimsonfox's Journal

I'm writing right now with the hopes that putting my worries in the form of scrip will help me to stop thinking about them. Okay, so I feel the whole catch 22 deal is going on full-force with my life. I wanna work, but my RA is still ravaging my body, so that would be an issue as far as working goes. I have no car, and besides that I don't know how to drive (this also causing a huge dating issue), but I can’t magically bestow myself with the ability to drive and materialize a car; if only! My friends seem more like distant acquaintances, and I'm terribly envious of them. Everything I do feels  tedious, unsatisfying, and occasionally gut wrenching. My god damn psychiatrist should have given me anti anxiety meds and higher dosage of my anti depressant, but he was busy not giving a fuck. I know I need a “game plan,” as they say, but don’t know where to start. *exhale*