this week just won’t lay off,
i just found out my dog is getting sicker and is more than likely just going to end up dying because texas doesn’t do kidney transplants, nor would we be able to afford the $25K along with the medicine she’ll need to be on after for the rest of her life.
it just occurred to me that i’ve taken 6 showers in the passed 48 hours,
i have a problem.
matt called me as i was driving home after my exam,
he asked how i would feel about not breaking up.
he told me that he felt physically sick after i left, wound up getting super depressed and cried a lot. he said he cuddled with my mint green tiger plush that i left at his place last night and felt just as bad throughout the day today.
after he realized that he really didn’t want to break up, he wound up panicking over the possibility of me being so mad at him that i wouldn’t want to stay with him, and then he binge ate a two pound meal.
he was supposed to call me this evening when he got home from work so i could come over and discuss how long of a break we would take, but it’s nice that he called me about it sooner and said the opposite of what i thought he was going to say
we both cried like big fucking piss babies and i had to pull over to the side of the road, in front of someone’s house because of it