eh, today was kinda sucky. Got to the doc, found out I'm anaemic (well that's one explanation for the lack of energy)

Also had to deal with mums shit. She has been on my back about getting a job. I'm scared shitless of talking to people let alone having to work and deal with panic attacks.

Doesn't help I'm so self concious about the scars on my arm. I just feel like going :up-yours: and telling her to leave me the f alone.
I'm getting so close to exploding, my anger is seething. I need an outlet before I say or do something I'm going to regret.

ARRRrrrrrrrrghs

I forgot to get another script while I was out for my :pills: Grrrrrs. Not that doc wants to give me any more downers, but they at least calm me a little, enough to sleep on a bad night.