panic mode...
I don't understand how I was fine all week, ok, so not on the first day he was gone, but most of the week, I maintained a very high level of happiness. I felt really good about how well I did, and now that he is on his way home...
panic mode...
I am falling apart at the seams, crying, aching, trying to keep busy, but not wanting to do anything. Suicidal? NEVER! But this is probably the closest thing that I have felt. I hate it. I want to run away and hide. I don't understand why I am feeling this way. I am tempted to take a double dose of something and go to bed, but I am assuming that he will call, and his voice will make everything better. I can only hope...
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