It's not you. it's me.
I think that with some time and rest we'll be able to be friends, but for now I think you need to stop freaking me out.
This means let me sleep without weird-ass dreams or insomnia producing anxiety.
So, let's start with baby steps. I will read (
Cassandra Clare's City of Glass, book 3 in her Mortal Instruments series) and then I will nap. You will maintain a drama free state.
Thanks,
me