posted 12-27-2007 07:38 PM by
Today David and I went to the mall. We both hate shopping. By the end of it, I wanted to beat the hell out of something. Anything. I cried all the way home, but denied it when he asked if something was wrong. I just kept driving. When we got home all I wanted was to eat. And I never want to eat. Everything I did went wrong, and David's usual sarcastic funny remarks made me want to scream at him. We went back out, I felt okay... but then David was acting weird which pissed me off. My brother fed us free dinner from the fast food joint he works at... I ate three fries. By the time we got home again I felt great. David decided to go out with a friend like he does every thursday. But of course, I guess it didn't occur to me that maybe it was a bad time for me to strip off my wet jeans... so we made love and it was great. Then he left. I hung out with my brother for a bit til my mum came home with her new poodle puppy.
Oh yeah, and when Dave and I were out, we ran into a friend of his. He wanted to know how Dave and I met. Of course we didn't tell him. We've known each other since we were kids, but were pushed together when we spent months in an adolesent psych ward. Great story eh?
Now. I want to cut. I want a cigarette. I want to cry. I want to hit something. What the hell is wrong with me? There is nothing to be sad about. No one to be angry with. Nothing is wrong. And I want to cry.