when you say you care, doesn't mean you really do
I don't know what to think anymore. Every day when I work and my shift is about to end I feel this immense anxiety spikes making me feel like I'm about to throw up... And I have no idea why it's happening. Well... To be completely honest (with myself) I do have a few ideas... For starters it might be the fact that right now I'm in the position of "relationship advisor" to help my bestie "seduce" her ex-gf a.k.a. that bitch I totally hate. Yeah... Isn't it great? Everyday I'm trying to keep my distance and do my best to support my bestie even though I absolutely loathe the things she's doing and is willing to endure for a person that in my (not so humble) opinion isn't even worth it!!! I mean, seriously though... I do understand that there is love involved and all that (even though I suspect it's only a one way thing) but I still think that she should have cut the crap when she initially received those 15 rules... As it clearly sho...