And it's back to the grind, once again. As always, sick of the bullshit. Why can't we live together in peace? I've been trying so hard to make things okay this semester, but it all seems to be completely in vain. Everything I touch, all of sudden it's not okay. So I give up. I wish she would just take all of her shit. We don't need it, I can bring my own to replace hers. That's what I've been doing this entire time anyways.

I didn't say a word when I got back from break just to find our living room half empty. [Missing lamp, end table, rug, and vacuum] I just kept to myself and brought my own replacements. God forbid we touch the rice cooker, 'cause that disappeared within the following couple days. That's fine, we can use the stove. Now the couch is covered in a sheet, like we're going to paint the place or something. If it's not okay for me to sit on the goddamn couch, then just take it home; it's stupid to sit on a sheet. I can bring my own from home.

I just don't get it. We're living together. Should I start limiting her use of the things I contributed? No, that doesn't seem right. So Y and I brought back my pots and pans, among other various things, so we can limit our use of her things. I'm really trying here, but it doesn't seem to be making a difference. I just wonder wtf is going on with the couch, and I don't want it to turn into an ordeal. I don't want to fight over a fucking couch.


So I will understand if you don't stay.
They say I'm great at first but then the
Magic fades into an awful hue of dismal views
And pessimistic attitudes. I have apologized a billion times
When I've gone off the wall like Busta Rhymes
And pulled a stupid stunt that left you thinking
There was something wrong with me.

You've thrown a few choice phrases at my way,
And I've ignored them all as best I could
Except that tiny bit, how I just can't commit...
There was some truth in what you say.
All this distance, years of sweet resistance,
Swirling overhead like angry clouds of discontent.

If I stand too close I maight fall in,
But if I'm too far gone I'll never win.
If you believe in me I might just wanna
Spend some time with you again.
I'll spend time with you again.