Will you hold my hair while I puke for a minute?

I really hate doing this but there are moments in life when you just have to spew your guts and get the sickness that is rolling around in the pit of your stomach out. This could have an impact on my life (if someone at work reads this), but even if it did… at this point I’m not sure how invested I am in salvaging what is left.

You might have noticed that it’s been a while since I’ve posted any sort of update. There was a point a few months back, when I could manage my work load and school load well enough that I still had a pretty good sense of balance. Life was harmonious and the future looked extremely bright. Somewhere between then and now that all changed. My heart was happily content and for some reason that didn’t seem good enough to me. Why I insist on making my life more difficult every time I find happiness is beyond me? Really? Can someone just explain why I always get the urge to sabotage my future every single time things are going right.