Have they never heard of this new thing called telephones?
Argh. Now I'm too frustrated to sleep.
They act like they're doing me a favor by visiting! Like I can't meet anybody else, like I need them!! I'm so tired of people acting like I need them to live. As if I'm so dependent on them that I couldn't go the whole week without them.
Another thing I'm sick of is people thinking me and Peter are together because of sex! We don't even have sex! I haven't had sex with him in a very very looooong time. Whenever we....attempt...I end up doing some fairly strange things; puking, kicking, yelling, screaming, smacking his head against the wall (trust me, that one was really bad), punching, hitting, biting, slapping, and there's always the emotional roller coaster that follows.
How shallow would you have to be to be with someone just for sex?
