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I still feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. At any moment I could break down crying, or screaming, or just break down. I hate feeling like this, but that's understandable. Who would want this life? I think I finally got J. to understand the severity of my situation here. I live with an underlying constant sense of anxiety, and then when life rears it head even in the slightest way, it sometimes seemes like I cannot cope with anything. I'm just always dealing with more than I should be.
Something strange is going on with G, I think. Then again it could all just be in my head. I tend to do that. Overanalyize everything. He's said that things aren't well with his family, but for some reason I thought maybe he went back to her.
I'm exhausted.
Completely.
Something strange is going on with G, I think. Then again it could all just be in my head. I tend to do that. Overanalyize everything. He's said that things aren't well with his family, but for some reason I thought maybe he went back to her.
I'm exhausted.
Completely.