Karma has been a mean thing lately. It seems like any progress reverts itself, and when I try to better myself and my situation, people want to stick their noses in. I was a highly successful marketing representative that got Bell’s Palsy, and now I’m waiting find out if I have breast cancer. I’m losing my apartment, no one wants to hire me because of my medical crap, I’m 22 gosh dang it. I’m not supposed to broken yet. I can’t control my anxiety anymore, and I’m just fed up. Universe, you really s*** right now, and I really want to throw things. And if one more person tells me to stop stressing out…GAH, I have ANXIETY, not Antianxiety.