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My infatuation is growing.
Unstoppable.
It’s so wrong. But all I want right now is you.
Sometimes I wonder why things turned out the way they did. Why life took us in completely different directions.
Maybe one day I’ll tell you the truth. Maybe one day.
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(via inconclusive-kid)
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Heart racing.
Overwhelming infatuation that turns on and off more easily than a loose light switch.
Can’t focus.
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(via a-workinprogress)
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Fuck.
I’m leaving for a business trip for work tomorrow.
I’m so nervous, I want to vomit.
What makes it worse is that my boss (for some unknown reason) is refusing to drive me to the airport — which is fine, I can drive myself — but she won’t even agree to meet me in the airport lobby so we can check in our bags and walk together.
I have no idea what I did to make her angry, if I did, but I am terrified. My anxiety is shooting through the roof at a million miles per hour.
And, I won’t be home till Thursday night at 11pm. And, I have no idea when I’ll be able to sneak away and smoke a cigarette while I’m there.
I am going to vomit.
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I haven’t posted on here in a while…
As usual, empty. My anxiety has been out of control lately. My husband and I are finally on the same work schedule (8am-4pm). I don’t have anymore nights alone… Which is a good thing, honestly, but I find myself missing my “alone time.” I’m not sure if that’s BPD or just because I was an only child…
Now that we’re on the same schedule, no one is here during the day to take care of our dog, who is in the process of recovering from an infection.
All day, I’m finding myself obsessing over my dog. Then come the intrusive thoughts of bad things happening to my dog; then my anxiety flies through the fucking roof and my heart starts racing; and then I have to find a way to calm down, which is usually picking furiously at my head or tapping my feet in sets of four… That’s the OCD haha (Also, with cigarettes. I’ve started to smoke two on my way to work, one during my lunch break and two on my way home from work, without fail).
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(via inconclusive-kid)