I want my life back.

I feel like an alien has invaded my body.

I do not know this stressed out lunatic that is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

My instructor asked me today if I would like to talk to my advisor. She said I seemed to have anxiety. Really? Gee. Thanks for letting me know. And, No. My advisor can't do squat for me, unless she has a nice cold glass of Red Cat. Or a Diploma in her hand.

Apparently, there has been an increase in mental breakdowns among the 280 students (prolly last semester), because my friend also had a teacher ask her that because she was anxious about the Math. Geez. We don't have time for breakdowns.

Hopefully, I will graduate and this strange alien invading my body will leave.