Again?

So here we go. Life is generally good. Today is friday, and my third day of calling off of work. I fear my job so badly. I freak out at the thought of going there so bad that I want to puke. I wish I cuold be jobless again really, it was nice doing nothing but noise with my life. Now, I DO have a new job lined up, as a janitor for a school system of all things! I AM worried about a few things, namely paying this months rent. I HAVE to go into work tomorrow, and I am not thrilled about that at all. At least I can explain to them what's going on. Which is this: I, again in the month of march, cannot handle life. Things are difficult to say the least, with money, school, work, and living arrangements. I'm on anti-depressants again, and am supposed to start consoling. It doesn't bother me though. I, again, feel good about getting the help I need. Last year's problems seem so minuscule in retrospect. I can't beleive I haven't been to work all week, what the fuck? God, I hope I get this new job. I feel like I'm slipping back into something that's very very hard to get out of. Not going anywhere all makes it really easy to do. Even now, thinking about how I'm just sitting at home wallowing in misery makes me depressed as fuck. Shit tyrone. I need to get it together.