Jesus. How bad are things when I can't even have a lovely evening with The Boy I Currently like?
Okay, wait. It's not like I had a bad time. It was lovely. But I couldn't even be happy or much fun. Fuck. I barely said anything for the longest time after he got here.
He knows I've been having a bad time lately. I mentioned my crying and biting/scratching/clawing myself in the bathroom tonight. Ooops. I try not to dump too much shit on him. I really try not to dump too much shit on anyone. I'd rather not talk about this job at all. Mostly because it often makes me cry and I hate crying in front of people. Thank Jebus for writing a blog, right? Well, I suppose I dump a lot of shit on y'all. But you don't have to read, do you? Still, I apologize.
Anyway. I feel like an ass for being quiet and not ... myself, I guess. Particularly because The Boy was especially sweet tonight. I'm pretty sure he's never told me the dinner I made was delicious. Several times. Then again, considering some of the dinners I've made (corn dogs and tots, anyone?), maybe he's never actually had an occasion. Though, I do recall him rather enjoying the corn dogs and tots.
Man, fuck this shit. I need to go to bed. Is tomorrow really Friday? Last night felt like Thursday and I felt terribly cheated to realize it was only Wednesday. If I can get through tomorrow ...