Things between D and I are going all right…in terms of throwing accusations at each other, that is. I know it gets old, my perpetually ranting and bitching about him, but we also all know that I don’t know any better. And here’s another nugget of realization: as much as I have every reason to leave this relationship, I can’t. No matter how many times I say that I’m giving up (especially when under the influence of alcohol), I won’t. Because I’m emo like that. Fuck it, I’m back to being emo. Masochistic optimism.

AND FUCK IT, HE’S HERE ON THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW AND HE’S NOT SAYING HI. I CAN SMELL HIM, I CAN FUCKING SMELL HIM.

EDIT//

Okay, I’ve calmed down now. He dropped by my station and pecked me on the cheek to say “hi”. He also called me “Weber” :hmph: And now my hyperacidity is acting up (it does that when I’m mad/pissed off, excited, or nervous). He’s still here. I think. We’re logging out, time to go home, I don’t know what to do.