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Nov 29, 2012 21:23

I really hate it when Nigel comes home only a couple of minutes before 5AM. It really bothers me to know I was asleep while he was out doing I don't know what. I mean I don't want to sound paranoid nor suspicious but I do know he likes to drink with his friends and some times when that happens his choices are a little ill thought out. But worries me the most is that he's out at the times he freaks out about me being out. He tells me stories about people getting stabbed and here he's going out at a terrible time. I rather have woken up to constant phone ringing to have it be him saying, "Hey, little drunk. Going to crash on the couch here." I would be like, "Okay, I'll see you in the morning."

Sometimes I think being a lonely, depressed, hopeless, suicidal, cutter is easier on the mind.

You should see my hair. It's horribly straight. I hate it. It just shows how depressed I have been recently.
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