I had an almost prefect life,or so I thought.I'll just tell you why.It was June second,me and Cormuc (my boyfriend) were just having a normal night.he was comforting me after an anxiety attack
"Cormuc stop kissing my neck it tickles." "won't because I want you to fell safe." I replied " and would should you have to that?" He whispered in my ear "because I love you." That made me fell warm inside but who knows he could have been lying. It also didn't change the fact I have low self confidence and it always gets to me.
"Well you shouldn't." I said with an expression on my face that was easy to read. "And why not ." "Because I'm a horrible person ." "Hermione you're not,just case you suffer from anxiety doesn't mean you're a bad person." "You're the one who has to deal with my bulls*t most of the time,doesn't it annoy you?" "No it doesn't hermione."
It took me a few minutes to catch my breath. "It doesn't." I replied with a soft yet cracking voice. "No it doesn't ." "I feel like I' going insane." He pecked my cheek. "You're going to be fine." " how do you know." " because everyone gets anxiety." "Can you just shut up,please." I said in a harsh tone that didn't mean to sound harsh. " I'm so sorry I didn't mean for it to come out like how it did, I think I'm going to bed." "Me too." Good night'love you." I peck him on the lips. "Love you too, good night." He pulled me close and put his hand on my waste that night it was easier to fall asleep