To be so worn out physically and mentally. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one feeling this way.
Just wish I had a full-time boyfriend. Not one that I only talk to during the weekends and does not take an ounce of effort to remember anything about my life, not even the single most important thing in my life right now - the date of my performance. Having him is as good as having no one sometimes. Don't know if we can keep this up. So thankful for him yet growing increasingly frustrated each time with the lack of interest he has in whatever I'm doing, with the exception of that one time when I said I'm going clubbing 2 weeks later and he could remember so vividly everyday for the following weeks. Yet, he never fails to ask me what I'm doing on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, even when my 7 day dance week routine NEVER changes.
I can put up w repeating myself twice or thrice, but to have to do it every day since June takes it to an entirely new level. I don't mean to bad mouth, but I can tell him on Saturday what I'm doing on Sunday (which is the next day), and he can ask the same question 3 times, genuinely clueless. Talk about no effort at all. And when I had a mini performance on that 1 Saturday, he asked me if that was the performance I have been intensely training for since June, AFTER the performance. I would think things like this would seem logical to everyone: that of course it isn't that big performance I'm preparing for since I would obviously have wanted him to watch it, and would not have let it go by without a sound.
Sometimes I think I'm done. Maybe you're just my sounding board, my teddy bear, my brother. But then I think... I'm tired.
Good night.
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