I find it a little strange that two men from my past married women who look eerily similar to myself. In spite of what you may have heard I am not a megalomaniac or narcissistic. I have no delusions of grandeur. If I did I almost certainly wouldn’t be stuck here with Skaterboi wanting to stab myself with a fork. Sometimes I wish I were telepathic, just so I could figure out what the hell men are thinking.
Lately four words have been constantly repeating in my mind: miserable, bored, lonely, and depressed. What a sad state my life is in. I know it’s not as bad as it could be, but still, this relationship is killing me. I’ve avoided writing much lately because I don’t like being bitchy and a complainer, but I need to vent. So until I’m able to get out of my current living situation I’m just going to have to vent here.
It’s gotten to the point where Skaterboi hardly ever says hello when he comes in or goodbye when he leaves. It had been probably three or four weeks since we slept together, mostly because I didn’t want to deal with him. I decided two weeks ago that I would give him another chance. I went to the bedroom to go to bed thinking that Continue reading