This is what anxiety looks like
Me: If someone is mad at me, then they are responsible for telling me they are mad.
Also me: (after two days of silence from a friend who admitted to be both very busy *and* bad at texting): OMG, how did I piss them off? I better scan through every text, email, and message between us from the past year just to make sure I didn’t do anything to make them mad. And I’ll just go through every text, email, or message I’ve sent to everyone else in my life just in case I accidentally copied them on it. You know what, why don’t I also spend the rest of tonight not sleeping and going through every conversation we’ve had in person as well, just to be safe? Surely I’ll find out what I did to make them so mad, and then I can apologize and it will be OK...