Today I haven't done anything. I've been crying on and off about the fact that my relationship is kind of going sour because I adamantly refuse to talk to anyone (especially Boyfriend) about what's going on with me lately. I really just hate the idea of someone knowing how weak (physically) I am, and how I'm kind of falling apart. I want to appear strong, or at least normally functioning, to people; is that so wrong? I don't want pity or whatever kind of sad sappy emotions would come my way out of letting everyone know I have the immune system of a newborn baby.
Regardless, I'm going to the grocery store and making fish for dinner. I fucking deserve it.
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