One day I will have a good life. I will make enough to pay for my bills and pay back people who I owe. I will be surrounded by love and good friends; we will enrich each others lives and be happy. Eventually I'll have days where I don't wake up before my alarm and stare with concern at the ceiling before the screeching summons me to task.

One day my anxiety will let my heart rate settle for long enough to sell my plasma to BioTest. Sometime soon things will start going well for me, I have to hope.