EVERYTHING ABOUT TODAY SUCKS. My back still hurts (literally couldn’t walk or stand up straight 2 days ago), so I can’t go to the climbing gym and get some bouldering in, but my boy drove an hour away to the super cool huge gym and is casually texting me about how these girls I hate am intimidated by are joining him at 6:30. Last time we hung out with one of those girls, I was the responsible designated driver, and they both got wasted and were awfully giggly-cutesy-touchy-feely even though I was right there. That means I’m going to worry about what’s going on now that I’m not present, even though it’s probably completely insane and unwarranted. I am the Knives Chau of being ridiculously jealous. It also means that the homemade dinner I had planned because he said he’d be home around 6 will now be enjoyed by no one but myself. Actually I probably won’t even make it. I’ll be like, make your own goddamn dinner.
I’m fucking stressed about my drawing ability as of late, had a rush of good ideas and made a few cool things, but now the well is dry and I hate everything I touch. Because of all this recent stress, my period is late and it’s fucking annoying because I don’t want to be bleeding during my Disney World trip(s). Also my best friend is sad about boy stuff too, but I just don’t want to get into it with her because how am I supposed to make someone feel better when I feel like such shit?
