I felt silly last night. When bf left, I started to freak out again. I almost begged him to stay. I just didn't want to be alone again like the night before. I ended up moving everything I needed into my bedroom, so when he left I could lock the door and not have to leave my room again. It felt stupid. How am I ever going to get over these fears if I can't even face them? Then I got through my shower and realized that my journal was still in the living room. So I skipped writing last night, just because I was too afraid to go back out there to get it. I kept hearing things during my shower, and kept having to look out to make sure there wasn't someone there. I feel so weak over this