Is it selfish to be upset that after dog-sitting and being away from my home since Friday, I’m trying to not cry because my boyfriend decided he needed to get shit faced with his friend and won’t be home my first night back? I was off of work since February, and started my job on Monday. It’s been stressful and I was looking forward to finally snuggling with him after being away from home for so long and watching NXT together. It was his third day off in a row. I mean at least I get to be with my precious little cat again. But can’t say it’s quite the same. Whatever though right? And here I thought I’d start to fight my alcoholic urges again. I guess one sober night this week will have to suffice. But any reason to get shit faced. Can’t blame the alcohol on him. Whatever. I’m just sad for lots of reasons. Work didn’t help. Fat prednisone face isn’t helping. I’m just sad.


















