bitch bitch bitch
lj makes a good place for bitching when nobody really wants to listen to me. Hell, I don't even want to listen to me. I feel so stupid. There is no reason for me to get this upset about him calling. Just because I have no fucking control over it doesn't give me the right to act like a big baby. How can I just feel a normal amount of upset about this. It really shouldn't make me cry. it's fucking retarded. I hate myself for overreacting like this. I want to stop before everyone else hates me too. It's not fun to deal with me when I make no fucking sense. At least today I am still hungover/drunk enough from last night that I couldn't tell he was going to call before it happened. I think that fucks with me more than anything else. But at least it's been decided that I'm not actually psychic, I can just tell when he's going to call because of weather patterns and lengths of time and other factors. Not because I'm psychic because I don't believe in that.
I need some chapstick. And Mexican food.
I need some chapstick. And Mexican food.