I hate my brain. I hate my insecurities. I hate that I’m bothered by the “first thing in the morning, last thing before bedtime” whatsapp conversations, the almost daily “I miss you”-s, the nicknames that I never got and how insignificant it makes me feel despite me having all I …
Or something like that. Started with going to Chase for the 3rd time to try to open a joint account but surprise surprise, that didn’t work. Apparently they dont accept governmental receipts as proof of anything. These damn banks are driving me crazy. Will try Bank of America tomorrow. Went to …
The receipts came yesterday!!!! I can’t believe I forgot to mention that after all the waiting and complaining about not getting them… Today, we’re going to the bank for the 3rd time to see if we can finally open a bank account for me and also get a joint one. …
I feel like I have so much to get off my chest somehow, and yet nothing’s happening. Nothing’s coming out. Maybe I’m imagining it? Or is there a mountain of subconscious crap lurking, waiting to swarm me when I least expect it? PS. No receipt yet.
Drama-filled morning over a non-issue prefaced by other issues and 4 hours of talking/non-talking/arguing/crying. Lovely way to start the day, but it all got resolved thankfully and the rest of the day turned out pretty nice actually. Went to the movies and saw Sully. Really good movie, lots of drama, …
I’m a terribly negative person, huh? I feel like the only times I write something is when drama is happening or if I’m sad or upset about something. Put it all together and it appears as though my life is just bad constantly, which is really not even remotely true. …
I’m bored. I spend 99% of my time in this apartment. Current mood: annoyed, irked, bored, restless. It’s Saturday. I get it; he spends most of his time not at home, around others so he’s completely cool with just being here on the weekends. As long as I get out …
