f-r-e-a-k-o-u-t.

For this blog, I'll start with an example.
Today, my cell phone was dying so I texted C. at lunch and let him know that I was turning off my phone yada yada. Well, when I got out of class, I figured I'd kill some time (Since C. goes straight from school to work on Tues/Thurs.) at Safeway. I'm there and I decide to turn on my phone, no messages. Then Colin calls me and says, "I put huey in the bedroom." And I was all "Wait! you're supposed to be in class" Well, it turns out - he got out an hour early and came home to hang out. And I had been hanging out at Safeway the whole time.

And I freak out. I obsess over it & feel guilty. I seriously cannot get it out of my head for like 1+ hour. I can't even explain why. I go into anxious mess mode. I apologize like 10000 times and he assures me it's okay and that I couldn't have known. But it doesn't stop me, I just go down this spiral. I'm not even sure why I get so worked up.

So yeah. Three cheers for being a panic-disordered-neurotic-mess.