I don't even think of you that often

Jul 21, 2009 19:40

I am sad about pretty much everything. My job is killing me faster than cancer would, and the one thing I was lookin forward to has disappeared for stupid job reasons. Now here I am drinking beers by myself like I am a cool guy or somethin

Collin came with me to therapy yesterday; he is very supportive in quiet ways. He teased me about paying so much money to talk to someone the whole car-ride to the physchologist, but was very open and considerate the entire time we were there, immediately volunteering to come back next time when my therapist and I were making our next appointment. He must have said he loves me 10 times in an hour. On the way home he said, "Do you feel like I was picking on you? I didn't mean to pick on you" "Do you think this helped? I will come next time if you think it will help us" "Do you understand I love you? I do love you"

I just want to run away with him for one weekend (forever) but things won't stop gettin in the way. I keep listening to "Chelsea Hotel No. 2" by Leonard Cohen and pretending it is somehow applicable to my life even though it is not
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