it's monday nite..monday is secret life/the practice/queer as fuck night..it's the night where the grrl and i curl up in bed and watch tv..

ok, so monday nite really isn't that much different to any other nite where we curl up and watch too much tv...but tonite i'm feeling like my being here at mum's is just wrong..

i wanna go home to my grrl, goddamnit..

but i can't. or at least, i wont until thursday...

apart from the fact that i have stuff to do up here on wed morning, i know that the grrl has plans for wed nite...and i'm not invited...so i'm not about to rush home to her only to have to wait around for hours until she gets home...
sometimes i feel *looking for the right word*...well...i feel hurt that i never do things without the grrl...and when i'm at home in melbourne i even stop what i am doing and make sure i'm home before she gets home from work. but still, she sees nothing wrong in going out from work and doing her own thing and not even asking me if i'd like to come along. sure, chances are i won't wanna sit around a smelly pub with people that i hardly know...but the grrl is my partner, and i'd like to be involved in these kindsa things.
she preaches all the time that "were partners", "we're a couple", "we're supposed to do things together"..but sometimes it seems like her rules only apply to me, and not to her.

it's situations like this, that remind me of how easily little things get to me. like really, is it worth worrying about your partner not inviting you along? afterall, we are 2 separate people who do live 2 lives..

sometimes i think i am over sensitive



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