...why do I bother, again?
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The stupidest things hurt.
I feel like he doesn't actually want to come back, like every time it's even mentioned he dodges it or changes the subject or just... politely lies.
I'm going to stop mentioning it. *shrug* I don't have the strength to fight right now, and it's not like there's anything I can say that'll make him wake up and notice that life in Boston is fucking hell for him if he hasn't noticed it on his own. Seriously, every time we talk, something new has gone wrong or one of his family members has hurt him again or more often than not, both at once. *mutter* I can't fix it for him. With the current fuckery involving the most recent medical problem, I honestly don't have the energy for this, I really don't.
I already have to call my doctor - AGAIN - to get a referral to a different OBGYN because the last one... well, let's just say that when your patient asks for a referral for an abortion, you don't fucking send her to a pro-life OBGYN. That was a complete waste of $20, $20 that I really don't even HAVE, I had to borrow cash from Torian. *twitch*
So yeah, stressed enough about that, dun' need to spend every phone call listening to Puppy come up with new excuses for the shit his family pulls and refusing to seriously consider coming back here. I just can't do it right now. I don't want him to stop calling, it's not like he answers his phone if I call HIM so the only way I get to talk to him is when he calls, and I do miss talking to him...
...just... meh. He ends up rushing back off the phone, the only time he's talked to me for more than 5 minutes was when he wanted to brag about a jiu jitsu tournament of some sort.
Fuck this. Even writing isn't helping. I'm gonna go.
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