My thoughts have caused an anxiety attack.
My heart is burning.
I can not sleep.
Since I broke up with Bryan, that friend group has forgotten me.
How pathetic and circumstantial those friendships must have been.
How small minded the sheep must be.
My mother has been texting me all night.
Talking about how she regrets she didn't raise me in Russia.
It's much more beautiful than this plain country.
She blames herself for my past mistakes.
I think she drank too much wine tonight and is acclimating her thoughts. She knows it's not her fault.
I've proved that I'm okay now.