First and foremost you should know that it’s my lady week and I am extraordinarily over-emotional.
Secondly you should know that my boyfriend and I work opposite shifts during the week and only really see each other on the weekends now.
I have to wake up at 6AM for work, so I try to go to bed between 10pm-midnight.
I don’t like oversleeping because it always makes me feel like crap in the morning.
Also, I have weird sleeping issues where I’ll often wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to sleep for hours and hours and then finally drift off into a restless sleep until morning.
This can be avoided by getting the right amount of sleep (no more than 8 hours).
I was really excited to see Andrew tonight.
He came over and we played a video game and chilled for about an hour. Then he started watching The Walking Dead and I got sleepy. I snuggled on him and took a nap, which was totally fine. It was nice. I like cuddle-naps with le boy.
Only I slept for, like, four hours or something!!!!
He woke me up to say goodbye and let me know that I should lock the door behind him.
And now he’s going to the bar with his friends.
I’m not mad at him, per say. It’s not his fault.
I’m just pissed that I slept so fucking long.
Because now I’m not able to sleep for the previously mentioned reasons.
And who the hell knows when I’m going to see Andrew again.
So I wasted precious time with him on unnecessary sleep.
And now he’s having fun with his friends and I’m miserable at home, alone.
I’ve always been an emotional person.
Probably too emotional, in fact.
But this week I’m on my period and I am PMSing like a motherfucker.
I am so overly sensitive.
And now I am so angry that I am screaming and crying.
Like a crazy asshole.
To boot, I texted a lot of this to Andrew hoping that he could somehow make things better.
He has yet to respond.
I probably freaked the poor bastard out.
Now I’m embarrassed and even more sad/angry.
I am a hot mess.