Satellite Mind

i need to hear it; it keeps me going.

you make me sick to my stomach

Tumblr has quoted the new Harry potter soo much that I dont need to see the movie to recite the script.

yknow it’s bad when you boss has to catch you from fainting at work while at the cash register. its bad when you get home after your shift and start to vomit. or when you putt off your period for 2 weeks because you have thick knots in your stomach for days on end. that’s just the paranoia. 

then theres the OCD that comes with it; the wanting to know where they are, who theyre with, what theyre doing, when theyre coming home and how long are they staying. gunna call or text me? nope. keep me wondering instead. and i use the word wondering lightly here. more like coming up with conspiracies, predictions and crazy assumptions. do i sound crazy yet? hold on.

the worst part of it all is the over analyzing. every text, everything theyve ever said or done. what does it show? do they really care? is this all some kind of joke? trying to understand from the inside looking out never seems to work out. but the other way around is just too simple to be correct. these thoughts keep me up at night, all night… while waiting for a phone call. and he’ll never know.

and we act according to our fears.