well it's been over a week since i've slept in bed overnight with joshua.
apparently it's fun to stay up all night and go to bed around 4 or 5 or 6 in the morning?
and considering i start work at 9 or 10 am and it's almost an hour drive, this totally takes me out of the 'fun' loop.
he does not seem to understand why i care or am bothered by the whole thing. as if i am speaking greek.
i DO NOT like sleeping in a bed alone.
one of the main perks of living with your boyfriend, besides not having to take out the trash, is having someone warm; that you love, next to you in bed while you're sleeping.
you should (in THEORY anyway) be able to feel his arms around you, or lay up against each other, or wake up in the middle of the night and give yer boyfriend head. not wake up in the middle of the night, cold because you are alone and pissed because he's playing video games. and you are ALONE.
living together = sleeping alone ???
fuck. fuck that.
i am so sick of trying to explain this to him and him not caring or responding or anything.
if it wouldn't be so sore afterwards i'd bang my head into the wall about 35 times.
he always makes me feel like i'm over reacting because i get sad or upset. but i totally feel like it's a legtimate reason to feel these things. and even when i try not to say anythng or make a big deal about it, i still go to bed totally down and sad and bummed. and HORNY. asshole.
fuck a duck.
venting was supposed to make me feel better. whatever.