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I'm starting to freak for no reason. Okay, so it's not "no reason," but most people seem to think it is. I don't know, I'm paranoid, I know, but the last time someone who really meant something to me stopped talking to me, it didn't end well for my psyche or the people who had to pick up the pieces.
I'm jealous, and it's that simple. Yes, he called me Megan. Yes, it bothered me, especially since he was a day from going home and I was there with him. Yes, it bothered me because Megan's his ex. Yes, I'm jealous, because he texts her every day and I haven't heard from him since Monday. I got maybe four emails from him while I was in Morocco, for crying out loud! I feel like he's stopped caring... and I'm jealous, I'm worried, and I'm overreacting, probably.
This is what I get for trying to give people space. It freaks me out. God dammit.
*sigh*
I'm jealous, and it's that simple. Yes, he called me Megan. Yes, it bothered me, especially since he was a day from going home and I was there with him. Yes, it bothered me because Megan's his ex. Yes, I'm jealous, because he texts her every day and I haven't heard from him since Monday. I got maybe four emails from him while I was in Morocco, for crying out loud! I feel like he's stopped caring... and I'm jealous, I'm worried, and I'm overreacting, probably.
This is what I get for trying to give people space. It freaks me out. God dammit.
*sigh*