coping skills are soo minimal at this point..

so i call graham and ask if they'll watch the dog, and no they cant... so what happens john calls erica and gets her all in a tizzy who in turn calls me and riles me up again and i just dont know how much more i can take of all this... i hate i HATE worrying her... its so unfair she shouldnt.. and i cant, so i try to calm down but i cant i'm still a mess.. i call erica w and she answers so now she's worried all i want is for someone to watch my dog so i can take care of this on my own by myself so nobody else has to be involved... just let me go try to patch myself together and i'll be back i promise... or better yet had people not involved people in the first place i could have just sucked it up and dealt with it tomorrow... i really could have but now, now i dont know... i swear i need a break, i need it over i need it gone, i'm not fucking 15 anymore doesnt anyone understand that?