I'm a walking disaster today. Arguments. Screaming. Throwing things. I broke a mirror. Intentionally. There's seven years of bad luck I need like I need... a dose of smallpox.
Uy. Writers block. Today for the record was a disaster. My boyfriend should hate me- I don't know why he doesn't with all the PMS shit I throw at him when I'm *not* even menstruating... just how much can I get away with blaming my moodswings on hormones before I scare him off completely- three years or not, I don't know why he sticks around sometimes- god knows I'm not the easiest person to deal with sometimes. I lash out, I can be cold, non-communicative- I can blame him for things I know are my fault... I hate myself sometimes. Tonight is such a time.
Sleepless... Frustrated... bored... artistically uninspired...
does it get much better than this?
Uy. Writers block. Today for the record was a disaster. My boyfriend should hate me- I don't know why he doesn't with all the PMS shit I throw at him when I'm *not* even menstruating... just how much can I get away with blaming my moodswings on hormones before I scare him off completely- three years or not, I don't know why he sticks around sometimes- god knows I'm not the easiest person to deal with sometimes. I lash out, I can be cold, non-communicative- I can blame him for things I know are my fault... I hate myself sometimes. Tonight is such a time.
Sleepless... Frustrated... bored... artistically uninspired...
does it get much better than this?
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