oh fuck. i shouldn't have had that little crying fit when i couldn't find a shirt to wear this morning. fucking work. stressing me out. making me crazy. now he's had enough.
need me to call?
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
i'm crazy. work. he needed to talk about work. of course it was just work.
i told him why my heart was racing a million miles an hour.
why would i blindside you like that? you know i love you.
of course i know that. I'm just crazy, is all. just fucking nuts.
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