i suffer from acute separation anxiety.
it’s so bad that i don’t even like starting things because i am already thinking about how much it will suck when they’ll be over.
examples of not wanting to do things because they all have eventual endings:
-going to parties
-going to cities
and the worst…
-hugs (I NEVER WANT TO LET GO)
yeah it’s a little weird. but i’m working on it. this came across kind of dire but the point is i find everything wonderful, and i just have trouble transitioning from one wonderful thing to the next.
and then there’s always this to create an explosion of tiny hearts around yer head!!