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I haven't talk to my friend in a while. I asked for some time a few days ago, but shes still calling me off the hook. I don't know what she doesn't understand about "I need some space"... I bet its the "I" part.
I haven't really talked to her about suffocating me and making me feel really uncomfortable yet, I just don't know how to drop the bomb. I am beginning to think that I am keeping this friendship for all the wrong reasons and that I should shake myself free for once and for all.
I had a massive pressure headache the other day, went to bed early because of it and when I woke up from tossing and turning I could have sworn there was a face looking at me from the hallway... I let out a yelp and Jason cuddled me back to sleep. I might have been having a nightmare or maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me. I hate sleeping with the door open to my bedroom for this reason... Its strange in the hall at night... I think it was eyes, or at least I hope so.
I remember when I was younger I thought I saw someone looking at me from the closet I screamed, ran downstairs and told my parents... my father decided that I needed to get over my fears and made me walk around the basement three times in the pitch dark and I was petrified... again, my eyes were more than likely playing tricks on me.
I haven't really talked to her about suffocating me and making me feel really uncomfortable yet, I just don't know how to drop the bomb. I am beginning to think that I am keeping this friendship for all the wrong reasons and that I should shake myself free for once and for all.
I had a massive pressure headache the other day, went to bed early because of it and when I woke up from tossing and turning I could have sworn there was a face looking at me from the hallway... I let out a yelp and Jason cuddled me back to sleep. I might have been having a nightmare or maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me. I hate sleeping with the door open to my bedroom for this reason... Its strange in the hall at night... I think it was eyes, or at least I hope so.
I remember when I was younger I thought I saw someone looking at me from the closet I screamed, ran downstairs and told my parents... my father decided that I needed to get over my fears and made me walk around the basement three times in the pitch dark and I was petrified... again, my eyes were more than likely playing tricks on me.