Re: Long Distance
Yeah, it’s killing me on the inside too. I know that I really do like him ALOT, like I would even say I’ve fallen for him. Yet each time I work things out with him suddenly I’m majorly stressed out. Confused, stressed, and depressed. I lose focus on everything and just become this weird thing. It’s like I lose life. I think it’s because (a) he isn’t here, and I’m having a hard time coping with that. I bet personal freedom has quite a bit to do with it too, but honestly I wanted to make it work with him. I wouldn’t mind trying to change and accommodate, but like I said stress isn’t really something I have no control over. Maybe it’s habit? I would’t mind even the stress, if I didn’t stress eat! It makes me feel like even worse. And esp since I have eating issues, it’s hard. I do think to much though. I guess thinking to much and then loss of personal freedom (or the thought of it) starts my initial stress, and then I start craving things, and then I eat those things in large quantities, and it just all goes downhill from there. I used to be in this constant depressed and bingeing cycle for 2 years of my life. It was horrible and I don’t want to go back to that. When I start bingeing after talking to him, it really scares, frustrates, and just kills me. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY. The only time I stress eat is when it’s concerning him or if it’s concerning my self esteem (like when I don’t feel confident). Bingeing also leads me into the confused state, and then all I can do is worry/obsess over tryna get out of it. But yeah maybe it’s cause of habit? Back when our issues started I used to stress eat ALOT for everything. Then that started going down, and now I’m eating well most of the time, without stress eating. But whenever I talk to him I get these intense cravings. I hate it. This whole thing has taken alot from me. First it took 3-4 years of my life, and now my relationship :(. It’s difficult.
Like there are a thousand different feelings i’m feeling. They all mesh together and it’s just so messy and excuse my language but f’ed up.