It Was Just a Shitty Week

I think today just started wrong. I had interview after interview all this week, and on top of that school stress- I'm seriously worried about failing a class (and I have a major test in it next week). Sleep deprivation is never good for one's peppiness.

I skipped three of my classes today, and I only went to one. I slept a lot, walked a lot, and basically did nothing- It should have been a great day- but it wasn't. I know I sound whiny. I really hate that I do, but one can't help what you feel you know? It was a bad week.

Today, all I wanted to do was watch one measly movie with my boyfriend and have just down time to wind down after the week. I know I can't afford it- I really should be studying now, but there's only so much one can do before you snap. He had other things on his mind- you know, guy things. But I really wasn't in the mood and he got cranky.

I really don't understand guys. They SAY they can so think above their dick, but in reality- they SO can not.

Anyways, we ended up going out to dinner and to his fraternity. By go to dinner, I mean, he meets up with a girl from his high school, figures out that she's already had dinner, so we go to a restaurant and grab wraps to go. And by to go, I mean to go back to his fraternity. Since this weekend is a campus preview weekend for my college, his fraternity is busy whoring itself to potential new members for next year. He just kind of ditched me (I'm a little pissed off) and I took a cab home.

What the fuck.

Seriously. I mean- normally I wouldn't mind, but he just doesn't GET it. I do SO SO much for him. I basically sacrifice myself and my sleep (precious PRECIOUS sleep) time to make him happy, and I get FUCKING JACK SHIT in return.

Like for real- all I wanted was a movie, and for him to spend the night just holding me after a shit week, and a shittier day. I offered to stay in his fraternity until like 2 in the morning, if he would come back and sleep in my dorm with me. He has to be on campus tomorrow anyways right when he wakes up, so like- what's the problem right?

No. It doesn't matter what I want. He needs to sleep in his bed, so that he can do god knows what.



Fuck it- Thanks for reading whoever's out there. I hope this helped you, because it sure didn't help me. I'm tired. This is just making me angrier.