Bob has thought about a lot of things. Gets really depressing staying at the house. I can take being sick. Been the sick kid all my life. I would sleep for two and a half days this week and just get up to hydrate, vomit and possibly use the bathroom. I would look at my phone. 37 missed text and 19 missed phone calls. Next day, 28 missed text and 35 phone calls. I just wanted to sleep and sweat out the fever. Why was everyone bugging me? Why have I been the “go to” all of my life. I was cursing something that I should’ve been embracing. I get sick of being the person everyone calls for any reason. Doesn’t help my anxiety at all to not reply, no bad how I feel. What a dickbird I am. To be needed and to be loved is a great thing. The repeated favors get old, but I’ve learned to put a stop to that. My buddy is writing a book on that subject now. We can’t think of the constant calls or any communication as a burden. We should consider ourselves lucky. Back to you Jane you ignorant slut 🥹
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