Separated From My Heart
Oh, God was today ugly.
Hmm... I'd even say it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Last night wasn't the greatest either.
I was mistaken, and a little hurt. I thought she was crying. That's why I hurt. I've got no idea why I thought I had done something. I still do, to an extent. I mean, I did, but not to cause her to 'cry' last night. I should have just let her alone.
Also, I tend to get a little aggravated when I feel as though I'm being shouted at, even before the nonsense starts, yet she can be as polite as a fart held in, toward... him most of the time. It's probably just me. Yeah. I guess I'm still a little too used to the special treatment and extreme kindness one gets as a boy/girlfriend.
In all fairness though, Wednesday night into Thursday morning went favorably. No arguments, no strange looks, no 'leave-me-alones' or what have you (on either of our parts). We actually talked to each other for a good bit of time. I enjoyed it immensely. If only had this happened more often...
I wish I could see her every day, but I doubt that would happen. She's probably right, anyway. "Everything happens for a reason", "we both need to fix ourselves", "this isn't the end", etc. It will still undoubtedly be painful, though. For both of us, I'm sure.
Went to Mom's. Hate it there. Seeing her leave for what could possibly be the last time, ever... just... hurt.
I wound up here, though... tonight. By myself, nonetheless... but here. At least I'm not at Mom's.
Ugh. This is gonna be a long night.
Hmm... I'd even say it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Last night wasn't the greatest either.
I was mistaken, and a little hurt. I thought she was crying. That's why I hurt. I've got no idea why I thought I had done something. I still do, to an extent. I mean, I did, but not to cause her to 'cry' last night. I should have just let her alone.
Also, I tend to get a little aggravated when I feel as though I'm being shouted at, even before the nonsense starts, yet she can be as polite as a fart held in, toward... him most of the time. It's probably just me. Yeah. I guess I'm still a little too used to the special treatment and extreme kindness one gets as a boy/girlfriend.
In all fairness though, Wednesday night into Thursday morning went favorably. No arguments, no strange looks, no 'leave-me-alones' or what have you (on either of our parts). We actually talked to each other for a good bit of time. I enjoyed it immensely. If only had this happened more often...
I wish I could see her every day, but I doubt that would happen. She's probably right, anyway. "Everything happens for a reason", "we both need to fix ourselves", "this isn't the end", etc. It will still undoubtedly be painful, though. For both of us, I'm sure.
Went to Mom's. Hate it there. Seeing her leave for what could possibly be the last time, ever... just... hurt.
I wound up here, though... tonight. By myself, nonetheless... but here. At least I'm not at Mom's.
Ugh. This is gonna be a long night.