Um, 'trepidation' doesn't even begin to cover this.
Yes. It's entirely my fault that I'm this unhappy today. I was an idiot last night and I just shouldn't have checked LJ this morning, is all. But the thought that I might not check LJ? Ridiculous. ~s~
Not sure where all this leaves me. I'm used to the falling-in-love thing. Doesn't mean I like it. Doesn't mean I like the feeling that my heart is held between two branding irons. Doesn't mean I like crying and crying until I have no tears left. Doesn't mean I like jealousy like a slap in the face. Doesn't mean I like the constant reminder of how little I matter.
I wish I could stop doing it.