I just want to hide out in a make-shift fort with the boyfriend until it all goes away :(
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.