I’m being hit by yet another paranoia attack. It gets more depressing the more I dwell on it and my poor weak heart starts aching in that “bad feeling” kind of way.
Wrapped up in the good ol’ bathrobe now which is comforting me a bit (I can see it being a very good friend of mine in the future) and punctuating the horrible feelings with a nap on the bus, dinner, book reads and net browsing.
I really wish I didn’t doubt my friends all that much, but the way things are going leaves a lot to the imagination.
I need to talk to someone 🙁 I’d do it myself but I’d sound too clingy and distrustful (which I probably am)
Fuck. I’ve gotta start trusting others a lot more now.
And I need to man up too.
I’ve got my bathrobe to help me through this.
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