Sigh...

My boyfriend and I broke up last night because of my HS and the fact that I couldn't bring myself to tell him about it. He's not an idiot. He knew something was going on but for the life of me I could never get the words out of my mouth. He told me that nothing tell him could be bad enough to make him run away but if I couldn't trust him enough to tell him what's going on, he didn't know what we were doing together in the frst place. like the coward that I am I areed and we ended it. I feel stupid about it.
That just adds to the pile of shit that my life is turning into. My mom had a CT of her lungs done because she's had this cough for quite a while and they found spots so now they're checking her for cancer and with our family history she probably has it. My mom is amazing I was really hoping it wouldn't happen to her but realistically she's at that age where the people in my family get it.
Let's add to the shit pile shall we? My uncle is in the hospital and it doesn't look good. they're doing tests but they don't know what's wrong yet.
My anxiety is coming back and it might be time to go the the doctor and get my medication for that back before start having panick attacks again.