We've all got our junk, and my junk is you
Today I am blue.
I've been nothing but stressed and tired, and Matt and I are fighting constantly. I don't want to be fighting with him. Here's the thing: I cannot bring myself to lie to him and say that I'm sorry for something that I don't feel was wrong. I can't. He doesn't feel that way...he doesn't understand how I can feel that something is okay when he feels the opposite. It's kind of frustrating me. So, we are now chilling in opposite rooms because we can't manage to be in the same room without strangling each other.
This is lame.
I am struggling through my homework, at the moment. It's just a lot of reading, but I am so behind on my sleep it's not funny thus I cannot keep my eyes awake to read.
My head aches, and I have gas. You care. Shuttup.
Steve is snoring *so* loud in the next room (it's so loud and grotesque that it doesn't even really sound like snoring. It's like when someone pretends to snore, but a bagillion times worse).
Why is it that every plant Matt buys me dies? It's like some sort of sick foreshadowing...
Okay, back to reading. 100 more pages of Hemingway, and then 50 more pages of Asian Studies reading...
<3
I've been nothing but stressed and tired, and Matt and I are fighting constantly. I don't want to be fighting with him. Here's the thing: I cannot bring myself to lie to him and say that I'm sorry for something that I don't feel was wrong. I can't. He doesn't feel that way...he doesn't understand how I can feel that something is okay when he feels the opposite. It's kind of frustrating me. So, we are now chilling in opposite rooms because we can't manage to be in the same room without strangling each other.
This is lame.
I am struggling through my homework, at the moment. It's just a lot of reading, but I am so behind on my sleep it's not funny thus I cannot keep my eyes awake to read.
My head aches, and I have gas. You care. Shuttup.
Steve is snoring *so* loud in the next room (it's so loud and grotesque that it doesn't even really sound like snoring. It's like when someone pretends to snore, but a bagillion times worse).
Why is it that every plant Matt buys me dies? It's like some sort of sick foreshadowing...
Okay, back to reading. 100 more pages of Hemingway, and then 50 more pages of Asian Studies reading...
<3