June 02, 2009
Malm
Fuck...This...Shit!
I'm am so tired of having to be the one to compromise. Did I ask him to tell the boy he couldn't stay over tonight? Did I ask him to help build the bed? Did I ask him to infiltrate my life?
No to all of the above!
You know, I'm trying, I really am. Yes, I realize it's easy to read my face, but at least I'm trying to be genuine. I'm trying to have little conversations. I can't help it if the kid doesn't meet me half way.
Tonight Popguy and I were going to christen the new bed he bought today on our IKEA trip. Fuck that. I will build my own bed tonight if I'm up til 3 in the morning.
Why is everything my fault?
scullerymaid at 11:14 p.m.