Aug 24, 2008 19:07
Somewhere between 4am and 9am I seemed to have made the executive decision not to tell Beth's parents about the HIV thing. Chicken shit? Yeah, I guess I am. After the dream, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to deal with the possible bad reaction they might have to it. If they don't take it well, I'm not sure I could bring myself to stay in a relationship with Beth and I know that's a fucking a cop out.
I'm overthinking, I'm overanalysing. I need to try and push it away so we can have a good time on the trip and I can't do that if I keep thinking about it. I've got putting up an 'I'm fine' mask down to a fine art now. I'm going to do it for the rest of the trip. I just want to enjoy myself. It's been a long time coming.
[plot] scotland trip,
[entry] diary,
[plot] needlestick