I don't wanna be one of those clingy girlfriends who can't survive without their boyfriends for the weekend.
But it's a little hard not to be disappointed when he delays his trip at the insistence of friends who want to meetup with him. Clubbing with
nine girls, no less. It's not as if they'll be gone when he's back on sunday..
Well. Shall not be a selfish
biatchhh who doesn't allow her bf to go out and have fun.
Perhaps I should find nine guys to go clubbing with too.
That's my inner demon speaking. The one named jealousy. Just ignore it.And I thought it was bad enough he won't be around this weekend
plus christmas.
I'm, like, listening to this argument between my inner angel and demon. It's almost funny how a thought from either will be met with an immediate retort from the other.
I think I'm stressed out from work. Yikes.
It's not easy trying to be an understanding girlfriend..who
really means it when she says "it's okay!". I think half the time, the words come out automatically. To the extent I feel like I'm just role-playing someone I
feel I should be. And not really being
me.
I tell other friends/girls not to put up with nonsense or anything that makes them unhappy in a relationship (or anything else, for that matter), but it seems like I don't always practice what I preach. What a joke. Ha.
For the first time in my life, I'm actually feeling stress from having an other half who attracts the opposite sex like
freee. The kind of attention he gets in a night out clubbing is probably more than all the times I've gotten any kind of attention at all.
No wonder my mum used to tell me not to date someone too good-looking or charismatic. Shucks.
Of course there are the good parts too..but today, I'm too tired to argue with the devil, so just let me be a bitchy, horrible gf who complains that her bf is not ideal enough. I'll pretend I never said anything after he comes back next week.
I seriously think I wouldn't be so
sian without him around, after I move to the new house next year. That's when going home won't suck so muchh cos' it's actually a place I can call home, and do whatever I wanna do. Instead of now, in a tiny, temporary room in a huge, huge house but yet there's nothing I can do comfortably. It's so awkward to feel like a stranger in the place you live in.
Okays this is really enough complaints and grumbles for the night. Must be the PMS. Just praying for my
dayima to faster come and go and let me stay happy during the festive season.
Because come 31 dec, I'm going to be sad first, before lifting my spirits at countdown.
And lately, the person I miss the most is not you. 
