May 5, 2015
I hate feeling like I'm annoying you. I know you say that you'd tell me, that im not, or that it's ok. But I just want to curl up in a ball right now and disappear. I want to ask you a question. One that I actually need the answer to. One that other people need to know the answer to but I can't because of this crippling and irrational anxiety. Because I'm terrified that this is the thing that makes you decide you're done with my shit.