Am I making it all up?

I am excellent at blowing things out of proportion. One of the endless things I love about my Evan is that he keeps me calm, he reminds me that I'm probably making it up. It has gotten to the point where I can hear him saying these things even when it's just me. Still, I worry. My situation now has come brightly into focus since classes started. Walking back from classes, I think about it. Sitting surrounded by fellow students in a class, I dwell on it. When it hits me hard, I feel like crying. Then I hear my baby's voice saying that it's not true, it's alright. I'm sorry I don't trust you enough to expand on this, but that's the downside to sharing thoughts in such a public manner; filtering inevitably occurs. Anyhow, I need to stop thinking about it. Being busy is the best thing for me to do, I think. I've been alone with my thoughts way too much recently.