gossipmonger

He’s too kind for me. He’s too kind to me. He’s too much better at expressing himself, and I’m the one who speaks all the time. I speak and poke and push and dig. He wasn’t even mad at me. He so kindly and considerately asked me to stop informing him of all the information I gather and cluster at work, and I still felt sad. I wasn’t mad at him either. I was upset with myself. I have never heard him sound so angry before. He would say angry is not the right word.

I probably like him too much. I am too good at being selfish.

Also, I woke up with my period a week early today.