....you have abnormally violent reactions at Subway when they are out of Italian Herbs & Cheese bread. And meatballs. And they won't toast your friend's sub because it has a mayonnaise product on it. It was Tuna Salad. Seriously.
....nothing seems to calm your turbulent thoughts except knitting (how many scarves does a girl need in boiling St. Kitts?) or staring at the night sky looking for constellations...or meaning.
....you did something you've never had to do before in your life because Daddy and/or [insert boyfriend's name here] has always been there to do it for you: you killed a [big freaking monster] roach. With military-like precision. And liked it.
....you start to use Facebook/blog to vocalize your feelings in not-so-subtle ways. Because you just don't know what else to do.
....people greet you with "what's wrong?" instead of "good morning".
....you check your email accounts/Facebook/MySpace/Ravelry 20 times a day to avoid....well, everything else.
....you can actually hear your head cracking under the pressure.
*And by "you're", I am of course referring to "me". Welcome to my [current, hopefully temporary] world.
I passed!!!
17 years ago
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