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no matter where Erick is, he ALWAYS answers my calls lol: a bar, when he’s walking/running to work, when he’s actually AT work. lol this dude tho
Sylvia Plath makes me feel a little less crazy, as if I’m not alone.
I haven’t eaten in two days. I’m so proud of myself but I’m also beginning to realize how sick I really am. I think that’s why I hate having days off. it makes me think and it makes me deal with my problems. I hate doing that. my doctors tell me I keep busy to avoid them and I sure as hell do. but that’s the way I like it. that’s why I don’t want to return to therapy.
Erick has also begun to notice. we spent all day together yesterday, nearly 12 hours. he expressed his concern, but he is never pushy or annoying. it’s nice to know he cares though and will always support me. I think I might love him.
me and erick are working the giants game together and we went to our store’s basement to get kids cups and we fucked lol
lol I’m outside smoking a cigarette and my dads out here with me smoking weed. he told me he had to stop to get his job at the hospital so he’d pass the drug test lol.
tonight, after erick and I had sex, we just laid together, entangled in one another as per usual. he gave me a full body massage and kissed me. then he proceeded to “pamper” me and played with my hair, rubbed my back and told me I was beautiful. it was in that moment that I realized the comfort I’ve found in him is indescribable.
she’s all, “why do i feel like reading this conversation was like reading the script of big bang theory?”
