Gonna start this thing again...
So, today I feel ultra shitty and I'm supposed to work tonight. My gf is working, and I wish she was here. I want to lay down next to her and feel her hands caressing my back in that way she does that makes me forget about everything. I called out. I hate doing that because it makes me feel like I'm quitting. I know staying home is what I need to do because right now I feel like death warmed over and I can't barely move. I am so exhuasted and weak. Stupid period. It zapped all of my energy and I still feel incredibly horny yet I can't even muster up enough energy to masturbate. (Just fyi, I'm probably going to talk about masturbation and sex a few times so if that bothers you, I'd suggest not reading anymore) I feel all weird and emotional for no reason. I think I just need to cry and get it all out before I explode.
I told her I love her. She said she has fallen in love with me. This is an excellent development in our relationship. I like knowing that she cares about me. I care about her so much, she's so perfect and an amazing person. I am so fucking lucky that I found her. My other half. I want her and her alone forever and ever. She is the jelly to my peanut butter, the cheese to my macaroni, the laces to my shoes. She is happy and positive and supportive. Everything I always wanted in a gf. I swear I dreamed her into existence because this girl is so incredible.
I'm a little stressed about money. My rent was due days ago. I just want to move out of that apartment. I hate it now. She said I can move in here...that both scares and excites me. Scares me because I lived with someone before and it was a disaster...(but I tell myself, your ex was a selfish bitch, she didn't care about you and only tore you apart. You know T would never do that to you. She's different. Just because one girl is heartless doesn't mean they're all going to be that way) I'm excited because it's cheap, close to my job, the girls that live here are amazing, and I feel at home here. I don't feel that way at my apartment which makes me never want to be there.
I told her I love her. She said she has fallen in love with me. This is an excellent development in our relationship. I like knowing that she cares about me. I care about her so much, she's so perfect and an amazing person. I am so fucking lucky that I found her. My other half. I want her and her alone forever and ever. She is the jelly to my peanut butter, the cheese to my macaroni, the laces to my shoes. She is happy and positive and supportive. Everything I always wanted in a gf. I swear I dreamed her into existence because this girl is so incredible.
I'm a little stressed about money. My rent was due days ago. I just want to move out of that apartment. I hate it now. She said I can move in here...that both scares and excites me. Scares me because I lived with someone before and it was a disaster...(but I tell myself, your ex was a selfish bitch, she didn't care about you and only tore you apart. You know T would never do that to you. She's different. Just because one girl is heartless doesn't mean they're all going to be that way) I'm excited because it's cheap, close to my job, the girls that live here are amazing, and I feel at home here. I don't feel that way at my apartment which makes me never want to be there.