My anxiety is eating me alive.
Have things changed since I told A I loved him? I don’t know?
He texted early this morning and said he was sorry for being so hungover and useless yesterday, can he come to my studio and take me out for lunch.
But he seemed distant at lunch. There was probably no difference at all…same old same old.
But little Danielle over here is freaking the fuck out!
I’m going to drink hot chocolate and watch GIRLS all night.