Oh, God...

[mousme]

This is Phnee trying not to become a hyperventilating mess on the floor.

I can't believe what an idiot I am. Fucking, useless, insensitive bitch.

I'm driving her away, and I had no idea.

I should've known, should've done something... I should've realised that she doesn't know me that well... even my really close friends have trouble with my long silences.

Oh God... she wants to leave me...

I don't even know what to do now...

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[miseri.livejournal.com]

!!!

Er, join me for lunch? Noon today (an hour from now), we could meet at the Faubourg, same place we met last time?

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweetie, thanks, but I can't. I'm meeting a friend from out of town at that time and we're spending the afternoon together.

But thank you, really. :)

[miseri.livejournal.com]

Okay ... just remember that anytime you feel like it, you can give me a call. I have two-hour lunch breaks.

[odheirre.livejournal.com]

*hugs*.

I tend to get in a spiral. "I'm depressed, so I drive away people, so I get more depressed, so I drive away more people." It's self fulfilling. I know me saying this doesn't help, but if you can keep that in the back of your mind, it may help. I don't know - don't have any answers or anything. So, I repeat: *hugs*.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

I know. It's so frustrating.

The worst part is, this time I didn't realise I was doing it... :/

I was so busy running around preparing for her visit I didn't realise I hadn't really spoken to her *directly* in a while. She was so present in my *thoughts* that I never paid any attention to the real lide person. :(

Am attempting to fix this now...

[sundancekid.livejournal.com]

*mad snuggles*

[castorandpollux.livejournal.com]

*hugs you like mad*

[djs-specs.livejournal.com]

Honey, I'm not going into work today (chucking a great Australian sickie), so if you want to talk tonight I'll be here.

Of course, if you're using that time to talk to her, then that's even better.

*smooches* Be well sweetie.