Fun Stuff. I didn t realize how well I was actually doing until I suddenly wasn t anymore. My sleep is bad, the shockwaves of anxiety won t stop, and I just want to run and hide again. All I want is a friend who will hug me and make me feel OK. Pathetic, I know. It goes against all of my anti-emotional BS stance. I hate feeling like I need people. And, most of the time I m ok without anyone to support me. I can t even tell you the last time I had an *actual* friend. Its just these... I m Ok Until I m Not
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