So I have this hidden blog that no one knows about yet it’s the most public website I have for blogging. I can never remember the password so yeah. This is prolly where I will go from now on to write my endless blogs I have stored on there. Prolly lose a few followers with this one. My boyfriend never checks my Tumblr anyway. So fuck it.
I am horrible at grammar and don’t care for it when my mind is going on the fritz with loads of crap I’m am dealing with.
I feel…like I am becoming a drama queen. I admitted to my boyfriend the other day that I believe I am not good enough for him, or he is too good for me. I feel he deserves better. Yet I know he treats me right and everything, but it isn’t perfect. I got all sad and upset when after a movie at the theater he did not hold my hand or put his arm around me or anything normal relationships involve when attending a movie theater. At first I was all sad, but then when I confronted him about it, he said he was sorry and everything. And i thought-I could’ve just left without getting sad and said-“hey why didn’t you put your arm around me or anything during the movie?” and he could have just explained to me why and that’s it. -done!- but…no. I had to be the queen of drama. break down. cry. …loser. I felt so stupid after that, and continually apologized for my behavior. But then I feel like there must be a deeper reason or something. I confuse myself and him probably. I confuse you probably. It is the smallest things that make us cry. The smallest things. And for them, I pay the price of difficulty understanding myself for why these things, and why I constantly think of them.
Sorry for the long and grammatically incorrect post.
