I don’t know what I’m doing.
I had lots of plans for this weekend. Then Sunday happened.
This week was just one big panic attack. I don’t even remember what it’s like to breathe.
I tried to fix things.
I tried to make new plans for Friday. Plans that would make him happy. But I couldn’t.
It’s terrible being rejected by people you barely know, and after asking something so personal, the shame hurts too.
Now the plans I originally made went out the window because he’s coming to get me either way. I suppose it’s a good thing. He woudnt have approved of my original plans anyway.
Things aren’t better. I wish so badly that they would get better.
I don’t believe that I’m fine.