Cohabitating is difficult still. We just keep bickering. There’s always tension.
In part it is my fault. I will not deny that.
But I can’t be the only one at fault.
And that’s where it just escalates.
I don’t know anymore.
I’m…tired. I hate that. So much. How tired I am. How stressed I am. How agitated I’m becoming with every passing day.
I don’t really know what to do anymore.
I don’t have anyone to come crawling to, either.
Two best friends that are too busy. And a boyfriend who’s up and vanished off the face of my world.
I need to focus on getting things done. Stop snacking. Keep ingesting teas.
And cross off each day that I can.