remember when you were little and your mom or dad got you out of the bath and wrapped you in a towel and you felt safe and warm and someone was taking care of you and your life? i got out of the shower at jamies this weekend and wrapped myself in this big towel and put it over my head and wanted to feel safe and wanted my mom and dad to take care of me. this whole adult thing is so over rated. got back from denver yesterday. I walk in the door and my roomate starts in on my job search and what i'm going to do with my life, interrogating like he's my dad and i'm so overwhelmed by his inquisition that i tell him i have to stop talking about it because I'm having trouble breathing (panic attack) but he doesn't get it and he keeps asking me question, like an annoying uncle asks the college senior on his graduation night. it's weird, he's such a smart guy, but can't take the social cues that i dont want to talk about this anymore, say the fact that i walked out of his room (he followed me)... DUH! went to fryman canyon, the very place i got poison oak, and hiked then came home and curled up in a ball, whoa is me!!!!
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