Ugh...

So tomorrow we perform the show five times in a row for all the English Classes. And then I'll die. Ugh-cicles.

Addison and I kept fighting today. Not like heated debate fighting, like heart-wrenching I really love you but I can't do this anymore type fighting.

I do love him. He makes me so happy, or at least he used to. But I'm sick of waiting for him to be able to see me. I'm sick of not being able to call him. I'm sick of missing holidays and knowing that he's in Redfield all the fucking time. But most of all, I'm sick of his behavoir lately. The boys are blatantely more important then me. Whoopty fucking doo....