I went to the psychiatrists  today. She talked to me about my anxiety. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. She has a dog, a Pomeranian, who also was treated for anxiety by the vet. It was a cute dog. I was really nervous all day yesterday, and I got into another fight with my dad because I was on edge. I regret it, but I haven't apologized. My pride sometimes makes it physically painful to apologize to people when I know I'm wrong. I'm now sitting in the library, listening to the Killers, and doing driver's ed. I'm scheduled to go back soon. I'm praying that it helps. I'm praying that my anxiety gets better. She gave me some reading to do to educate myself on my issues, and I'm going to read it. If any of you have dealt with anxiety disorders or therapists, advise would be nice.

Killjoys, make some noise.