My Friends Keep Me Sane

Quite literally. I'm beginning to think the reason I'm so talkative and love meeting people is that without them, I would be completely lost and just devastated all the time. 

I had an absolutely horrible episode last night - just laying in bed, ready to go to sleep when this urge to just cry washed over me, with these absolutely horrible irrational thoughts. And before I knew it, I was sitting in the closet with my stuffed animal and my phone next to me. Then I hid under the covers because it seemed slightly more normal should my roommate walk in and be completely freaked out that I'm hiding in the closet. But that wasn't good enough - I wasn't invisible enough - so I crawled under my bed in what little space was left there and stayed there for about an hour. I can't say I didn't realize how much I rely on my friends, but I can say that last night's episode, or whatever it was, definitely reaffirmed that fact. I really couldn't survive without them.