I just love how other people are able to steal you away and share their problems with you but I can do neither. I barely have anytime left with you, and the time I do have, apparently, she can have it instead. As if she hasn’t taken enough of your time, with you being her “personal trainer.” And you take this time to smoke, which you promised you’d quit two months ago. I’m just counting down the days ‘til our relationship finally disintegrates, and there it is: goodbye 18 months, goodbye future. Fuck, you make me so dramatic.
Wrote this up on my phone earlier tonight, when you stepped out to talk to her. (Just to make it clear, I don’t have anything against her; she’s one of my friends, too. I just resent that you choose to spend more time with her than me, yet you don’t get sick of her.) I really need to stop being dramatic.
Today, you and I were good. I got annoyed with you a few times, but you’ve gotta bear with me. My period messes up my brain/emotions a bit.
I love days like today, when I get to hold your hand and play with your hair and just lay in your arms. They’re the kind of days that keep me believing that maybe we’re gonna be okay. I really think we should have more of these days.
