It's comforting that he's so sensitive about my interactions.
Hopefully, it means that he is about his own.
That he knows the proper boundaries

I was really rude tonight.

And I realized it was all in punishment of him being late home today.
And I needed the car.
And he was three hours late with it.

I had to see an apartment very soon, though.
So I had a lot of anxiety.

And I was fine after.

But I was still anxious over the possibility of fucking up.

Do other people have such strict fears of failure?
Or do I have some kind of disorder I don't care/know about?

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