Anxiety is the fucking WORST.
There I am, lying in bed, exhausted from a long and busy day, and trying to sleep. But I can't. I'm too busy worrying about all the tasks I didn't get done today, all the times that I stumbled over my words, all the jokes I cracked that fell flat, all the sympathies I offered that might have sounded forced, whether or not I actually remembered to lock the door on my way out, why did my boss feel the need to send me 4 IMs about the same issue like she thought I was going to forget, when is this company going to fire me for my "bad attitude" like the last one did--
And then, I realize I didn't plug in my phone. It's got 30% battery left, I have to plug it in, and I have to use the charging cable I just brought in from my car because the one in my room is not working, so I bought a shorter one for the car so that I could bring the other one in--
It's not here. Why isn't it here? I brought it in, I know I did. I unplugged it while I was in the car and folded it a few times to it would fit in my purse. Where is it? Why the hell can't I find it?! I check my purse 3 times, it's definitely not there, WHERE IS IT?!
Aaaaand cue the shaking and hyperventilating. And my mom coming into my room because my frantic midnight search party woke everyone in the house up. So now I'm not only panicking, I'm an asshole. A noisy one.
It took me 20 minutes to stop crying. Then I got the new charger from my car. No idea what happened to the other one. For all I know, it's in Narnia. And now I'm a sweating, shaking mess of nerves and disjointed thoughts, and I clearly won't be sleeping anytime soon.
Fuck you, anxiety. FUCK. YOU.