Correct me if I'm wrong.
So Natalie is in a bit of a predicament. Maybe it's the Vicodin mind-fucking me. Maybe it's the overbearing stress that I have from looking around my room and seeing all of the shit that I still have left to do. OR, maybe, JUST MAYBE, it's the fact that I haven't heard a WORD from my boyfriend since I had my surgery.
Yes, ladies and gents, Nat is VENTING.
Scared out of my fucking WITS on Tuesday morning, I went to get my wisdom teeth out, woke up with a mouth FULL of blood, and sat in bed all day and all night waiting for just a single text from my boyfriend to say "I hope your surgery went well. Thinking of you." Something, anything. Anything at all.
But I got nothing.
He's camping in the woods, happy as pie right now while I sit here with four gaping wounds in my mouth, uncomfortable, alone, and sad. I don't understand him. Are boys REALLY that clueless?? I KNOW that he has reception because he text me Monday night. I know he does...so WHY couldn't he just do me a solid and TEXT ME THE DAY OF MY SURGERY? Just 6 words would have sufficed, "Hope you're ok. I love you."
That's ALL I need to hear. What did I hear the night BEFORE my surgery?!: "I'm having a lot of fun! Love you!"
No good luck or anything. Am I overreacting? Is it the drugs? I don't know.
I'm losing my sanity :'o(
Yes, ladies and gents, Nat is VENTING.
Scared out of my fucking WITS on Tuesday morning, I went to get my wisdom teeth out, woke up with a mouth FULL of blood, and sat in bed all day and all night waiting for just a single text from my boyfriend to say "I hope your surgery went well. Thinking of you." Something, anything. Anything at all.
But I got nothing.
He's camping in the woods, happy as pie right now while I sit here with four gaping wounds in my mouth, uncomfortable, alone, and sad. I don't understand him. Are boys REALLY that clueless?? I KNOW that he has reception because he text me Monday night. I know he does...so WHY couldn't he just do me a solid and TEXT ME THE DAY OF MY SURGERY? Just 6 words would have sufficed, "Hope you're ok. I love you."
That's ALL I need to hear. What did I hear the night BEFORE my surgery?!: "I'm having a lot of fun! Love you!"
No good luck or anything. Am I overreacting? Is it the drugs? I don't know.
I'm losing my sanity :'o(