somehow it seems that i turn to this journal in times of turmoil/stress.
stressing about moving to atl. mostly excited, but some stress. stress and worry from other parts of life too. ick. afraid of what talking about said other stress will result in, if anything. sometimes change is scary, but no change is too. so many thoughts whirling through my head right now and i don't know if i'm upset because i have legitimate reason or just because i'm tired and female. need to talk about it but now is definitely not the time. my head hurts. and i'm weepy. which i hate.
i think that people need stuff in their lives that they can feel secure about, and right now i'm not really feeling secure about anything. i have to go get weepy again, dammit.