I don’t know why. I mean, I do, but it’s complicated. It’s not something I can just “not worry about” or “stop thinking about”, but at the same time I feel bad for feeling bad… If that makes sense? I just-I know I have plenty of people to talk to, I’m too stubborn to reach out to them -Always have been that way- And so my brain likes to just build up with stress/anxiety until I flip my shit and my friends have to come put me back together, shaking their heads as usual saying, “It’s really not that bad, just talk to us and we’ll help you out. You don’t have to over react so much”. Well, I’m sorry I never learn guys. I guess that’s what makes me, me.
Just in case you guys weren’t aware; I go mad when I get romantically involved with someone. I have my reasons for it and can honestly say that it’s not just something I made up, but it’s still fucking annoying as hell. I mean, I can already feel the crazy festering inside me; under my skin, swelling in my chest and crawling up my throat. It makes me feel like I am going to scream, cry, vomit, laugh, dance, and kill myself all at once. What the fuck? This is why I don’t normally even bother dating people. In the end they normally turn into cheating douche-bags and I always go completely insane… I need to start collecting cats instead.
I’m not exaggerating that either… Way to make me, and the rest of my entire fucking day, go to shit.