Then there's my ex. Buying me flowers. Making me dinner. Standing in my doorway. Sitting down and watching TV with me. Driving me fucking nuts. Does it matter to you that I'm in a relationship? I know all to well what YOUR wants and needs are but have you ever stopped to consider mine?
Last night I took 4 klonopin in a sad rage and fell asleep at 7:00 something. I was dead to the world by 8:00. In the morning, I drove up on a median and lost one of my fucking hupcaps that I just bought. I don't know if the two are related. Then work proceeded to suck. Now it's Tuesday evening. I'm trying to calm down without knocking myself out on benzos but I don't know what will do it.