Tomorrow is another day.

I love Gone with the Wind. It’s such an epic film. EVERYONE WATCH IT.

Today I called M. In short I told him he has a week to show me he actually gives a shit. Or that’s it. End of our relationship. I cried through the whole phone call and he just scoffed and told me I was over-reacting.

I burned my leg with ramen last week. When I told him he didn’t even ask if I was ok.
He announced he felt depressed but doesn’t want to go on the pills again. As if it’s my problem, so I have to deal with it.
I’m currently unwell. I don’t know what it is. There’s a chance it could be rheumatoid artritus. I’m waiting for blood test results. He never asks if I’m ok. Ever.
I’m fed up with feeling unreasonable and selfish. I can’t see the line where I am and aren’t anymore.
Not like he cares anyway.

Wonder if I’ll be able to break up with him next week if nothing has changed.

Meh. Laters.