|Day Five... anxiety attack two....|
This is scaring the proverbial shit out of me. In the entire time we've been friends, we haven't gone this long without speaking. Not once. Do you know how bad that scares me? I feel like I'm physically dying.
Lord. What else. Um... Bryce is picking pretty much the most inconvenient opportunity ever to start hitting on me full force. It's nice having someone paying attention like that and all, but I'm so not in the mood for that. Let me writhe in my self-inflicted solitude for a while.
Luckily, I do have at least one light at the end of my tunnel. It's all I really need. Even if everything's blowing up in my face, and it feels like shit, I at least have one thing I can count on. That feels pretty good. So, what will come will come... all I can do is keep moving forward.
(And Tonya--I heard it through the grapevine that he kissed you today. Congrats.)