i love him. the truth is i believe in us, together. that's real.
still it pisses me off to have to share your attention with whomever you're typing to at night like i don't fucking notice?
real.
i hate it
and i'm trying not to be a jealous asshole.
i feel like as soon as you're done talking to that person you're ready to go to sleep. l feel like, whatever i just don't think it's normal or right, tbqh.
fuck.
anyhow i'm fine otherwise, what do you expect me to say after a bottle of pinot?
Cass