I don't know how to occupy myself right now without wanting to cry. I could sew my bedroom curtains; hem my pants; work for money; get dressed and go to the store. Nothing sounds all that great, although I know for sure I can't wait until tonight to start caring about life again.
I could pretty easily go whole-hog off my pills right now, but that would cause a bad reaction. Without something to ease the pain I am pretty sure I would just drink. A lot. Having just reread the post about Laura and dad, I am pretty sure that I don't want to do that.
There's a long and a short story to everything. Being a girl, and an introspective self-analytical girl, I usually want to go into the long version. But nobody wants to hear THAT. Well, I sort of emailed it to mom but I haven't heard back (par for the course, it seems). The short version is that I'm pretty sure I'm in a relationship with a person who is significantly less interested in a relationship than I am.
Discrepancy of that sort is never good. I do think it's unfair to expect a complete equilibrium in any partnership (practically impossible), but sometimes I want an indication, any indication, that my SO wants to be, well, my SO. Because watching TV and boning twice a week gets old, fast, no matter how enjoyable it is, if that is ALL a couple does.
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