Ever have one of those days, where you're just...
"Is this really going to work? Do I always have to be the one trying to come up with conversation? Why doesn't it flow like it used to? Did it EVER flow? How can I be so in love with someone, and still feel these nagging feelings? Oh god, make it go away..."
I give and give and give and give. And don't get me wrong! He gives, too. a lot. But right now nothing but his college projects and deadlines and school school school fills his head! He comes home from school, and then he does MORE school. Or he goes to work...and he's working on SCHOOL! He's about to finish his last semester. After that...well, a little school. And then it gets WORSE and his schedule will get WORSE. He's always told me that it wouldn't be as easy as I thought it would be, but this is grueling. I just want it to stop, to end, for five minutes! I just want to be his whole focus, and his whole concern, be shown a helping dose of affection, just for a little bit...I want my thoughts to be interesting and important to him. I want to feel heard. And I don't want to tell him all this, (I'll end up telling him all this. He's psychic, and he'll figure out I'm upset in a matter of seconds. He already would have, if it it wasn't for damn SCHOOL!) because there's not a single thing he can do about it. He's got to do all this, to stay in the country. And the workaholic-perfectionist inside of him must EXCEL.
/Rant over.
"Is this really going to work? Do I always have to be the one trying to come up with conversation? Why doesn't it flow like it used to? Did it EVER flow? How can I be so in love with someone, and still feel these nagging feelings? Oh god, make it go away..."
I give and give and give and give. And don't get me wrong! He gives, too. a lot. But right now nothing but his college projects and deadlines and school school school fills his head! He comes home from school, and then he does MORE school. Or he goes to work...and he's working on SCHOOL! He's about to finish his last semester. After that...well, a little school. And then it gets WORSE and his schedule will get WORSE. He's always told me that it wouldn't be as easy as I thought it would be, but this is grueling. I just want it to stop, to end, for five minutes! I just want to be his whole focus, and his whole concern, be shown a helping dose of affection, just for a little bit...I want my thoughts to be interesting and important to him. I want to feel heard. And I don't want to tell him all this, (I'll end up telling him all this. He's psychic, and he'll figure out I'm upset in a matter of seconds. He already would have, if it it wasn't for damn SCHOOL!) because there's not a single thing he can do about it. He's got to do all this, to stay in the country. And the workaholic-perfectionist inside of him must EXCEL.
/Rant over.
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