Okay so I'm having a massive freaking freak out thingie and my hands won't stop shaking and I want to be sick but I don't want to be sick and there are like a million things bouncing around my head right now and I'm so fucking nervous about tomorrow night. Like I actually cannot calm the fuck down. When he starts talking to me I'm probably going to get sick. Like, full on projectile vomit. She's setting us up for God sake. I don't even know if I want this. DO I WANT THIS? I think I might go lie down and see how I feel in a while.
Okay so I went and lied down for a while. I'm calm...ish. Mam gaves out to me for not picking up on social cues when you asked how I felt about phone calls and I responded in the negative.
What is even.