Heartless

Apparently I’m completely heartless.

I agreed with this, and added the fact that I’m a bitch.

I’m also completely self centered.

Bonnie and I’ve been fighting this week.  I don’t think she had any idea exactly how bad my emotional state has gotten.  And I think it was just… too much for her.  

And the fighting was too much for me.

I left tonight.  We fought, and argued and she screamed and cursed at me and I agreed with her, I still agree with her.  And when she asked me about the closest motel, I told her that I had already called Catrina for a ride to her place.  We continued to argue and when I told her to have a good night, and to try to sleep. She told me that she was in someone else’s room, alone, and she couldn’t sleep well.

I couldn’t come up with a good answer.  There wasn’t much of an answer to give.

She called me heartless.

I call it self preservation.

I’ve hurt too much this week, my asylum from work…

It was just too much, too fast.

I bleed.