Tonight’s trash. I accidentally called my boyfriend my ex’s name because I had a dream about him beating the shit out of me in a parking lot. I started having flashbacks of my dad molesting me after a saw a childhood picture. Me and my boyfriend got in a fight over something stupid. It’s 4 am and I have therapy in the morning an an I just want to fucking call off because I’m overwhelmed and tired and fucking stressed to all hell and I just want to sleep. I’m going backwards and I can’t fucking deal with it. I can’t breathe I’m about to have a panic attack my fucking chest hurts and UGH.