I don't understand how I can be this lonely when I have a girlfriend...
Even though... I rarely talk to her anymore.
I have this idea in my head, that is almost turning into a compulsion to go get completely trashed and sleep with a random girl or two... Because somewhere I came up with the solution that THAT will make me feel better even though I know all too well that is will only fuck things up more.
It's like... fuck. Just fuck.
My mouse, Lolita, died today. Leaving behind a very sad lover, Bianca, who is running around the cage crying. It's so sad. I feel so bad for Bianca. It would be like losing your partner... Lolita was lying dead in the cage while Bianca was squeaking through the bars, crying over her dead lover...
Yeah, well, my lover's not dead and I feel just about as lonely as Bianca right now. The poor dear... even if she is just a fucking mouse.
Whatever. I'm going to go toss and turn in my bed whilst Heather is out, again, this weekend. Having a good time without me. And I'll sit here feeling insanely sorry for myself as always, envious of her freedom and opportunities.
Gawd, aren't we just a lovely fucked couple?
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