I need to stop being so fucking paranoid.
I'm at Steve's house right now. Steve is not. I was supposed to meet him for lunch (he went out with some bitch I went to high school with-who started wanting Steve when I started dating him, just like everyone else- and I insisted on meeting up with them). I went to the Subway he said they would be at, and they weren't there. I went to his house, not here. I called said dumb bitch's cell, no answer, no call back. He said it would be a quick bite then he'd leave, that was three hours ago. Now I'm convinced something is going on. I thought that anyway when he called just to say he was going out with her, not to invite me.
I need to get over this. I know he wouldn't do anything like that. Hell, Keagan spent almost two hours last Saturday telling Steve if he did hurt me in anyway he would be promptly killed. But at the same time, I get so irrationally worried when he spends time with girls like that and I'm not around.
Speaking of my psychoses, he also says he won't marry me unless I get psychological help. I said I refused to be drugged again and his only response was "If thats what you want..."
Fuck Zoloft, fuck lithium, fucking anything those shrinks can throw at me. I will not be a zombie.
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I'm at Steve's house right now. Steve is not. I was supposed to meet him for lunch (he went out with some bitch I went to high school with-who started wanting Steve when I started dating him, just like everyone else- and I insisted on meeting up with them). I went to the Subway he said they would be at, and they weren't there. I went to his house, not here. I called said dumb bitch's cell, no answer, no call back. He said it would be a quick bite then he'd leave, that was three hours ago. Now I'm convinced something is going on. I thought that anyway when he called just to say he was going out with her, not to invite me.
I need to get over this. I know he wouldn't do anything like that. Hell, Keagan spent almost two hours last Saturday telling Steve if he did hurt me in anyway he would be promptly killed. But at the same time, I get so irrationally worried when he spends time with girls like that and I'm not around.
Speaking of my psychoses, he also says he won't marry me unless I get psychological help. I said I refused to be drugged again and his only response was "If thats what you want..."
Fuck Zoloft, fuck lithium, fucking anything those shrinks can throw at me. I will not be a zombie.
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its not like a national holiday or anything tho