Been having really bad anxiety.

Like at first I just assumed it was the caffeine, but I don't think that it's what's causing it anymore. I've got a few things that I could pin it on, but for some reason I don't think that any of them are right. I'm just afraid of more and more lately, and I hate it. It really got bad after I got home from the weekend I had at my sister's house. Whatever's causing it, it's affecting how I'm viewing my relationships. Most noticeably it's driving me absolutely crazy with Max. I can't go a day without feeling like he hates me for whatever reason. I've talked to him about it, and he reassures me that he's not gonna just dump me out of nowhere. I hate that I've gotten so scared about it, because I used to be the confident one. But it feels like I'm just decaying. I want to be there for Max, he shouldn't have to deal with me freaking out over what is ultimately nothing. Guess this was a shorter post. See Y'all another day.