frustration
I guess I was sort of overreacting last night…we did have a cute night out, and I was just obsessing over issues that could have been solved by a good night’s sleep.
I shouldn’t have written anything…Terry called me up this morning and said that we have to talk today.
So much for getting my homework done.
I think that I was overreacting when I said that I was depressed all the time…that isn’t true. We had a lot of fun this weekend, but it was overshadowed by the fact that I wanted more affection.
This was going to be my relaxing Sunday where I catch up on all my homework, but no…the drama goes on and on and on. And it’s mostly my fault. I need to stop writing when I’m angry.
But that seems to be the only time when I can figure anything out.
Eh, c’est la vie.
I guess I’d better take a shower and go over to his place.
And hope that this sinking feeling goes away.
Fuck this. I’m doing my homework first. I feel like this is all snowballing into the kind of drama where I can’t get any schoolwork done.
It’s going to be a long day. That’s for sure.
I can’t seem to have a relationship that isn’t tempestuous. But I think that’s impossible.
You know, I read in some psychology magazine that some university did a study where they pissed off half of their subjects, and had all of them read these articles and answer critical thinking/comprehension questions afterwards.
As it turns out, the pissed off people were better at comprehension.
Meaning?
Its possible that being angry actually makes you think clearer.
There goes a million of my excuses…
I yell at Meghan all the time, and usually I am just hungry. But I think someone said somewhere ,”if you’re not pissed off you’re not paying attention.” But then I eat something and, I have energy to deal with all the BS. Communication, communication, communication.