It's funny the way I handle the anxiety.

In about two weeks I have two mid-term exams and I'm studying my brain out, some people would say that it's ok but I think that's something wrong with me. Something weird, some that doesn't seem like me. I would like to think that is because i'm getting older and that's how the life is; instead I think that its a way to deal with my thougs, a way to scape of myself, of the person who I choose to belive that he would never hurt me, never would let me down. It's a way to handle the pain of me being wrong.