Things aren't so good at home at the moment. We aren't really talking anymore, we just float along with each other.
Its got to the stage where neither of us can be arsed to cook a meal.

I don't understand while I feel so lonely. I thought that when I got better, then things would get better with her. That I would be able to relax and talk to her about even the basic things - like how my fucking day was, let alone the important stuff.

In other news a colleague tripped up today, I caught her.... she ended up bent over the table iving me a look back

Peace, love and happiness
Me
xx