Last night Matt came over. He took care of me. Literally I cried in his arms and then cried about the fact that I was crying in his arms. What. A. Mess. But he was so sweet to me. He told me he was here to care for me until I don’t want him to anymore. I told him he shouldn’t be at my disposal like that.
I kinda fell asleep on the couch and he made my bed up for me and I think he even took my trash out?? fuckin crazy. he told me to call me if I needed him.
And then I woke up this morning an hour before my alarm, stressed to the fukin nines and called him crying. my anxiety is so effing bad. I hate it.
I take my anxiety meds and get sick. I have no appetite.
I’m definitely hitting a wall here.
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