I'm a drama queen. I blow things out of proportion, I stress myself out over the littlest things. I literally worry myself sick sometimes. When I feel like I'm in danger or the pressure's getting too tough, I usually turn tail and run. For the most part, I'm learning to tough it out and deal with it, I can't run forever... I've walked away from alot of guys...I've driven away alot of guys. Gerd puts up with me. I'm under a ton of stress right now, and not handling it well at all. I've been in a rotten mood, been snippy, and just an all-around awful person to talk to. Anyone else would have either told me to shut up and get over it, or would have walked away altogether. Gerd leaves me voicemails telling me to have a wonderful day and that he misses me. He sends me e-cards letting me know that it's going to be okay. He's my rock...and my star. The one bright spot in my dark world. I can't thank him enough for everything he's done for me the past few days. I can only hope that I'll be as supportive as he's been in his time of need.