You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.

Things are often too much and I get really frightened. The last few days have been moderately terrifying for this exact reason. I have explained to my mother in the past, but will proceed to contain that I feel her emotions in a second hand and accentuated fashion. If she is feeling even slightly unhappy, I feel really down and confused and dreadful. So when she enters these terrifying bouts of desperation and depression, there is nothing that can stop me from in turn spiralling downwards in an awful, awful misadventure of sadness. This may be read as an entirely selfish way of looking at things; and I can present the assurance that it's not how I look at things entirely - it is solely one morsel of explanation for my terrible mood unbalance that has developed/unfolded in the immediately recent past.

Also I feel distanced from the friends that should be the closest to me and I think I've known of this for an extended amount of time - and am just coming to this realisation now.

In other news however, Bob is lovely and this weekend should maybe possibly be alright.