The problem with anxiety is you don’t know how to determine accurately what is happening around you.
At the moment I feel a little abandoned. Feel like I have done something wrong — even though I am not sure what it is I could of done.
Certain people are not answering phone calls, or texts, or facebook messages and it makes me think they hate me.
Deep down, I know they are probably busy but it still plays tricks with my brain.
If it wasn’t for texts and phone calls from a certain male, I would of been sure that it was broken. It’s been pretty quiet ever since I returned home from Melbourne.
I need to see people. Need people to respond to texts. I hate being clingy — I hate being that person, and usually I can avoid becoming it. But this is my last ditch effort to reach out before I go back to my hermit ways.
I worked so hard to try to be social, to see my friends and family on a regular basis. It took a lot of stress and tears on my behalf to be able to break the hold vodka and solitude had on me — but now I know I am slowly drifting back to that place.
This is not supposed to act as a threat. I know people are busy. They have lives to live. As do I. And I certainly do not want the pity vote. I just need to use this space as what it was intended for. Screw the world. This is my blog and I will write what I want, what I feel and what I know.
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