Purge

I'm emotionally bulimic. Or anorexic. I donno. This metaphor isn't working. I mean I can coast for days without feeling any emotion other than pleasantly neutral, and then at the end of the week I scramble to get all my feelings down at once. Like right now, I'm furious at myself for putting off my essay, I'm disappointed in some of my closest friends, and I'm super anxious to meet new people in the coming weeks. And all of this is keeping me from getting anything done actually, because I didn't deal with it gradually like I should have. I could have spent hours this week dealing with shit, but I didn't, I coasted, because it was comfortable. And now inevitably some of the pent up emotions are going to go unresolved, ever, because ain't nobody got time to solve all my life crises in one night while new ones pile on. What is wrong with me.

ps. I concur, Molly. Dave Franco the sexiest thing alive.