Adulthood things that are currently putting me in a state of crazed anxiety rage :
Making my bed...my pillows and blankets are on the floor..my sheet in the cupboard but the cupboard is across the very very vast floor and i am comfortable but i need to make my bed so i can move onto my next task
...and also i gotta sort out transport stuff for uni and i am stresssinnnggg because it means me packing a small bag , leaving work staying home for a couple days and then going back and then working too and it all feels like a little too much to deal with on a sunday evening..
Why do the holidays have to end?









