My prediction came to fruition. I am more stressed than ever before. I find myself irrationally anxious and afraid of the smallest things. I have hardly any friends left. I don't know how to be social anymore. I feel so terribly alone. I am angry at those I am close to, but none more than how angry I am towards myself. Every day of my life, I find myself furious over the mistakes of my past and present. There is no greater yearn than to just get in my car and leave. I don't know what I would do or where I would go. I don't know how to live. I lack the money to go off on my own, I am still working on my degree so I wouldn't be able to get a job I'd want, and even if I could get a job, I doubt that it would be enough to live off of. It's an impossible dream. I have no choice but to either finish college, dealing with all the hells of my present, past, and future until I can escape from them, or I could do the unthinkable but desirable. I should probably get counseling but I can't afford it. I am so very tired.
To whoever this may concern, thanks for reading this and please do not worry. My problems are my own to solve. All I ask from you is understanding.