Sometimes it's hard for me to let things go.

As most of us are, I'm naturally possessive of the person I'm with at the time, so like, when he asks me if it's cool for him to talk about sex with his ex-girlfriend, I'm kind of hurt and weirded out.

I guess I shouldn't care; it's not even significant, right? As long as he's not doing anything, but it usually leads there, which is quite unfortunate. This day just gets better and better. I have a 328-question packet due tomorrw. It's thirty-two pages long. That's impossible for me to finish.

I don't feel good. I'm sad and tired. I feel drained and distraught. I have a hang-over headache. *Sigh.*

Jesusfuck.