Hum diddy hummmmmm..I could clean my room. Play my bass for once. Do some homework. Or I could just go to sleep. I love sleep so dearly. It doesn't involve much effort.

S and I have had a dramatic week. We had a big falling out on Wednesday, a subsequent yelling match at each other on Thursday and then a near-two hour phone call that night, patching up things. Friday, I told him to see other girls and move on. He responded with some comment about feeling worse after our relationship than he did before. That really bothered me, as I had tried so hard to build up his self-esteem, leading to me text him something mean that night. He tried to call me, but I was too tired to answer the phone, and he also texted, not understanding what I was mad about or even if I was okay. He called on Saturday, right before I called him back, and left a worried voicemail.

Finally, we talked. And patched things up. Again.

And now I just miss him to death. In spite of all this.