anxiety

This anxiety is killing me I feel white hot and sick to my stomach. I don't know if you just don't want to talk to me. And then I don't know why did I do something wrong are you mad that my phone was dead while I was taking a nap yesterday are you mad that I got on the chat line at 12:30 at night to look for you I mean I just don't understand why you haven't called me since noon yesterday that s*** freaks me the f*** out. I don't know if something happened to you or what I just know I'm scared to death.