It’s sooo in flux. I keep trying to talk myself down, but it’s sometimes imposssssssssible. My T called and canceled, and my CM is out until the 9th. I’m crying like a loser which is stupid to say I’m a loser for crying but that’s how it feels. I don’t know if I can make it until whenever I see someone. They wait. They say “Sammy’s freaking, time to take off”