Okay. I really shouldn't be mad at him.
Because he really didn't do anything wrong. All he did was work too much and fall dead asleep as a result.
So really, it's not like he's leading me on, or doing this on purpose in any way.
Okay. I need to relax, take a deep breath, and try again.
I think he'd be worth it. But again, we'll just see.
No point putting so much pressure on something that may or may not happen.
I just hope this won't be a recurring thing.
I miss just talking to him.
I miss him cuddling me.
I think I'm sick of being lonely.
There's no one to look forward to seeing when I return home tired at the end of the day.
Why the fuck am I being so emotional about this?!
Fuck you, hormones.
This is a girl. This is her blog. That's pretty much the gist of where you are now on the internet.
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