Tuesday, 8 March 2011


Ah, this is embarrassing and I am getting fed up. It's not his fault. I wish he'd see a doctor about that problem. I wish he'd do something with his life. I want to move on and up, yet he is happy to wallow in his own filth and not shower for weeks. I struggle to keep it together everyday. I had imagined by the time I was 26 that I'd be well into my career and expecting
my first child but no, I'm stagnant because no life is better than one filled with drama.

I am rotting here and I don't have the guts to go! I can't help it but I love him. I keep hoping he'll mature and take the reigns. I want to feel protected for a change. I don't want to be teased.

Oh woe is me and my petty quibbles.

Doth he said to the maidan fair, "Fetch me my golden sword, and I will smite thee sorrow and kiss ye tender lips till dawn."

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