Now you all might be wondering what the fuck I would have seperation anxiety from, how can he have that? He doesn't have a boyfriend or anybody significant that he cares about what could it be? Well, it's my auto. For the first time since I bought the car in late October, I don't have it. I willingly brought it to the shop to get a simple thing fixed, and I don't know when i'm going to get it back. It's very strange feeling though, because I have never felt this kind of sensation throughout my body before. As if something got taken away from me, and now i'm kind of empty. Sure I know he's going to comment about this, but when Jeremiah left me, I had this kind of feeling too, but on a smaller scale because before it was confirmed, I already had the idea I was going to be left. Call me crazy, call me a psycho, but I really have this anxiety about my car. I'm so protective of it, never letting anybody in it except me, always polishing it and keeping it neat, like a fetish. Yes that's what it is, I have a car fetish. Whenever I get in my car, I get a boner. Not that I ever did anything in it and have fond memories, just the car itself does it. So I guess that means i'm crazy. I'm a fucked up crazy guy who misses his car, and a oversided dick between the legs. Sanity decreaser go!