My New Mantra: You’re An Idiot.

I’m on the verge of an anxiety attack. This is all so stupid. The worst part is, I know how ridiculous I’m being, but I still can’t stop myself.

So, I’m sitting in my room, trying to breathe (failing hard) and repeating “You’re an idiot. He loves you.” over and over. I think my problem is I thrive on reassurance, but without being able to talk to him, I won’t get any. I have to figure this one out on my own.