It’s horrid, you know.
He’s not this. He’s not that. Doesn’t HE know I need…?
Why is He?
Why doesn’t He?
Like He’s a fucking mindreader, right?
This is nilla, gone a weekend without Master time, and freaking out in her little slutty need.
There is nothing wrong with Him. And I”m not communicating my needs. Not “not communicating well”…just not communicating AT ALL.
So who’s fault is it that I’m in a huff.
Fuck me runnin’.
I need to stop having a huff and figure out when we can be together. That’s on me.
I’m having a huff. And a breakdown. And…frustration.
And it’s all on me.
Pity Party in New England, Come one, come all.
Film at 11.