offred is a handmaid in the republic of gilead. she may leave the home of the commander and his wife
The longer I sit at home, I just get more frustrated with things, and it’s not even because things aren’t going my way.
And I know that I can’t really say anything because certain people read this and I don’t want them saying shit to people that they shouldn’t be saying stuff too. Eventually, I’ll tell people myself.
So, I don’t know what the hell is going on tonight…. Grrr. Sunday night though, I am kidnapping Jay. We need a date. Lol. I don’t know what kind of date, but we need a date. He’s been having a rough week, between work, and stupid the bank, and everything else. He works too hard for his own good, and in the end, he ends up getting screwed. And last night he told me stuff that the only other person that really knows that about him is Garrett, and I’m sitting there going, how can you be telling me stuff like that and then not want to be my boyfriend, and want this to be over in another month and a half.
But I am starting to think that part of the reason is because in the end he doesn’t want to hurt me. Maybe I should ask him about that. But then again, recently, when I’ve been opening my mouth about how I feel or whatever, …. Opening my mouth just seems to get me in trouble. I feel like I can do it with Jay though, and that’s a problem.
So, Nicole sent me the thing to change the layout of my livejournal, but I lost it. Oops. Oh well. I’ll have to find it.
I have a migraine, and I have to go food shopping for my mom, and a job interview at 1. Then crawl into a ball in my bed.
I am just complicated, and it takes a lot to understand me, and I give the people that are willing to put up with me and learn about me a lot of credit.
And I know that I can’t really say anything because certain people read this and I don’t want them saying shit to people that they shouldn’t be saying stuff too. Eventually, I’ll tell people myself.
So, I don’t know what the hell is going on tonight…. Grrr. Sunday night though, I am kidnapping Jay. We need a date. Lol. I don’t know what kind of date, but we need a date. He’s been having a rough week, between work, and stupid the bank, and everything else. He works too hard for his own good, and in the end, he ends up getting screwed. And last night he told me stuff that the only other person that really knows that about him is Garrett, and I’m sitting there going, how can you be telling me stuff like that and then not want to be my boyfriend, and want this to be over in another month and a half.
But I am starting to think that part of the reason is because in the end he doesn’t want to hurt me. Maybe I should ask him about that. But then again, recently, when I’ve been opening my mouth about how I feel or whatever, …. Opening my mouth just seems to get me in trouble. I feel like I can do it with Jay though, and that’s a problem.
So, Nicole sent me the thing to change the layout of my livejournal, but I lost it. Oops. Oh well. I’ll have to find it.
I have a migraine, and I have to go food shopping for my mom, and a job interview at 1. Then crawl into a ball in my bed.
I am just complicated, and it takes a lot to understand me, and I give the people that are willing to put up with me and learn about me a lot of credit.