Why do I have to pick this week to pack a sad? He's busy and so, even as wonderfully observant as he usually is, he is not going to pick up on the fact that I cannot fucking sleep because my mind has spent the last week wandering around, questioning every single bloody thing that he has done since that awful night he held hands with her.


Yeah, I thought we were over it too. Also, it doesn't help that when one has continually attempted to extend the hand of friendship, it has been rebuffed. It's like... I've tried and it kinda fucks me off because I get the distinct feeling that I am simply not sophisticated or cool enough. I don't do the begging puppy act well to anyone. Well, anyone except E. So yeah. There you go. A legitimate reason. 


Also, I hate being sick and having my period.