I've been really stressed and irritable recently much to Mike's dismay, as he always seems to be on the receiving end of my gnarling and gnashing, shaking jowels and frothy-eyed screaming. Poor bugger. I could blame PMS. I could equally blame the blatent ignorance some people show when they repeatedly turn up uninvited, shortly after a long string of annoyances. No, even that is not what's really got to me. It's the continuity of self pity I've always had.
Now, I know all too well I should be dealing with the problematic things in life that everyone else gets on with. Gah. Braindead.
And you kn0w what's better? I feel like I have no one. The few friends I do have are too far to go round for the evening. My boyfriend comes home, sits on xbox, gropes my ass and goes to sleep. My mother won't eat dinner with me, since nothing I cook is good enough. If I'm tired, Mike's up all night. Come morning, he's had a wank and doesn't want any attention. And when this all gets to me, I cry quietly so I don't wake him up.
I don't even have drinking buddies any more.
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