Wednesday, 13/2/13.

James is being a complete dick tonight. Supposedly he’s just "tired" but that doesn’t explain why he’s been snapping at me since last night. Seriously, he went up to bed to watch a movie and he was fine. I came up a couple of hours later and he got pissed off when I put the light on to read, even though he had the TV on so clearly wasn’t trying to sleep, and when I asked him if he was okay he just sighed and mumbled. Then tonight since I got home from work he’s been keeping his distance and barely replying to anything I say. I can’t fucking understand the shit that goes on in his head, I really can’t. How he can switch from one mood to the other with no bloody cause to is beyond me, yet I always seem to feel the brunt of it. I even told him I needed him to confide in me because otherwise I presume he’s going to break up with me again and all I got was "I’m just tired."

I deserve so much fucking better than this.

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Didn’t write yesterday. Worked 12 – 6pm today. That’s it.