let's just say...

What was cold, is now hot again, or is it still cold? Apparently, giving space leads to stronger feelings, but then those feelings turn right back around and decide they still need space. This is all sounding too familiar.  Like pulling teeth. I get it, I freak you out...but only on weeks that end in even numbered days? Fickle.

-AND-

Inconsistency drives me bonkers.  Sometimes I just let it run rampant and end up flopping around on the floor seizing in my own anxiety, despite the roommate or the best friend telling me to calm the eff down. Lol. I'm glad you all can find humor in my dramatics, I'm trying to do the same these days. You're such great friends. <-- not sarcastic

-AND-

I'm bloody tired of walking on egg shells. I promised myself the last go around that if I felt this way, I would cut my losses...

Wouldn't it be nice if it were that easy?