My stomach won't settle down, it won't stop turning in circles and churning away. I feel nervous, but from what I do not know.Anchor, I'm the anchor in this family, the not so anchoring anchor. In between the dreamer sister and the failure-ish brother, I feel I have to stay grounded. I want nothing of this sort, but it's like my job at MAc, forced upon me and I have to take it. Gah... I don't even know what I wanted to say anymore... bu bye