mr cellophane
i'm hoping this fixes it.
the only time i feel happy anymore is at work. i'm actually very energetic at work and about work--and when i come home i don't exist. when i do exist--he doesn't care about work. he doesn't ask me about which way i think i'm headed, moving forward with my job. what i'm thinking about either position and what i want the most for myself at the end of the day. he doesn't get excited about my friends or any of that. he's always energetic about his friends but never asks about mine or suggests he meets one so that we may all spend time together at some point.
fuck. i hate being upset before a 9 hour day filled with people--all of which we have to talk to--in a good mood.
i come home. sometimes i'm lucky to get a response at all. sometimes i'm lucky he looks at me.
this is shitty. i hope he's better when i give him his money.
shitty.
oh well, here's to another day away
the only time i feel happy anymore is at work. i'm actually very energetic at work and about work--and when i come home i don't exist. when i do exist--he doesn't care about work. he doesn't ask me about which way i think i'm headed, moving forward with my job. what i'm thinking about either position and what i want the most for myself at the end of the day. he doesn't get excited about my friends or any of that. he's always energetic about his friends but never asks about mine or suggests he meets one so that we may all spend time together at some point.
fuck. i hate being upset before a 9 hour day filled with people--all of which we have to talk to--in a good mood.
i come home. sometimes i'm lucky to get a response at all. sometimes i'm lucky he looks at me.
this is shitty. i hope he's better when i give him his money.
shitty.
oh well, here's to another day away