Like I said, this is a tiresomely angst-ridden post and you're free to roll your eyes and pass by. (I don't need hugs or tea and sympathy, I need a truckload of cash and my own house.) That's not to say this isn't really how I feel, because it is, but I probably won't feel like this for all that long. To me, though, that doesn't matter, because it's so overwhelming now, and I know that even though there's an other side to it, it's only so much time before I feel like this again. And god damn it, that's really no way to live a life, which is one of the several reasons I don't want to go on doing it.
Stephen Moyer is awfully cute, though.