Fucking fuck. I kept on going in a Facebook discussion that I shouldn't, and now a major panic attack just hit. I'm crying and shaking. This timeline sucks.
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Oh, no, Hil! I'm so sorry. I don't have anything helpful to offer, but have all my sympathy.
I'm sorry, Hil. I hope you are able to step away and don't look back. Also, see my tag. I often need to reread it.
The guy mocked me for being triggered, and told me "You are not well," and then my friend deleted the post. (This was after he had several comments about how he's the type of man that any one of his female friends or relatives would come to if they were assaulted.)
I'm breathing better now and I stopped shaking. Thanks.
Ugh, that sounds awful.
Sort of calm now. Really not looking forward to teaching at 8 AM tomorrow, though. I'm not going to be getting much sleep tonight, and I haven't gotten much sleep in a while.
I also really need to shower, but that just feels like too much. But my hair is getting gross.
Maybe a shower would help you feel better. If that doesn't seem likely, putting it off isn't terrible.
OK, just helped a stranger on the internet sort through her DNA results, and helped her see that she had a half-sister who she'd never known existed, and she just told me that she's crying because she's so happy to have a sister. So that made me feel a bit better.