this morning #958.

this morning, once again, something wasn’t adding up. where was she last night while i was here waiting for her call? all damn night. i stewed alone with a bottle of white. a second bottle of white. sat on the couch letting my mind cook up scenarios where she isn’t thinking of me one bit. what am i supposed to believe when she doesn’t bother checking in? she was probably out with friends, flirting with strangers, ignoring her one true relationship. i’m STILL waiting on her call, debating when it’s ok to give in & ignore the principle of the whole thing, call her first. i don’t want to seem too needy but i do need to hear her voice. i’ll hold off for at least a few more hours. ugh. relationships are the worst.