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This is how days have been, i wake up and leave before he wakes up.
He's gone when I get home.
I have alone time, run errands, chill around the place, watch some shows online, what ever.
I think, aw i can't wait to tell him how my day went, or how his day was, or man i can't wait to talk to an actual person.
He get's home, and he talks, and he talks how he always does, i'm pretty much over hearing about his stupid gay shit.
It's the same thing over and over again, and someone told me today that we do seem to egg each other on, so it makes it worse.
Funny I just told someone that living with him isn't bad, we have our own space, keep our distance if we need to (even though there isn't much), but today I was just annoyed.
I was pretty much by myself for a long as time considering i got home from school around 1:30, and I said I would pick him up because he got out of work at 11. I don't know what it was, but he was getting on my nerves. Hopefully it was just because I was hungry, or he doesn't seem to care how my day was or the things I saw, but then again when he talks about all his boys I try to zone out. There's only so much I can take.
I desperately need more people in my life at this point.
Please come soon.
I need someone to share the sick ass sunsets with, or watch the bums on the street.