Tattoos.

I’m being a complete fool right now. Kristen and Jen invited me over to watch movies last night. I declined, even though they asked several times. I told them they could come over here instead. They said okay and then Kristen didn’t feel well so they didn’t. So tonight they invited me for movies and games. Again, I declined, but invited them over here. They won’t because they have dinner, laundry, and hair dying to take care of. Why won’t I go over there? Oh boy. See, I like hanging out with them. But its hard enough to be over there for an extended period of time knowing I’m in their home. The place in which they live together. The place in which they do things people who are in love do. That’s hard enough. But let’s throw in yesterday. Jen was over here watching a movie with me and Roommate. For the first time since I met her, I saw the tattoo on her neck. A blue star. Just like Kristen’s. In the same place. When Kristen first told me about her tattoo, I was under the impression that Jen was there when she got it, but not that Jen got one too. When I saw it, it made me ill. I can’t go back over there yet. On a related note, my therapist and I are going to discuss better ways for me to cope with things. Next Wednesday. C’monnnn Wednesday.