So, not the night I was expecting.

What the actual fuck?

I am supposed to be the girl the relationship right? I'm supposed to have the mood swings right? Am I supposed to be the one keeping the secrets? Probably. Do I? No, why? I don't have a reason to keep things from the person I love. Even now, I spill out all of my feelings onto this stupid writing blog.
Have you seen the URL? Haha, I had to come up with a new one.

So out of all of those questions, am I the one doing most of these? Maybe before, but now? I feel you are the "girl". And they say girls, women, and the female "species" are complicated. Pssht. Yeah right, once you live with a girl for a month or two, she's not that hard to read. Live with a guy? He'll probably be too busy playing video games to even hear you calling his name. Yeah, I know what everyone is thinking. "Woah, that was so sexist!" Is it? Probably. But is it also the truth? Fuck yes.

Man, I am on a roll today.

Another thing people used to do to me, or at least I thought they were done.
They let me go to bed mad.
They say, "Never let your woman to go bed mad."
Which is true, I mean I had so many thoughts running through my head. I had to stop and concentrate on breathing deeply. Oh, I had to really focus on that or I might've done something bad. I don't know what, but I get scary.

Anyway, long ass story short, I went to bed mad and I woke up mad. Don't know how this day will turn out, but I do know one thing for sure.

I am getting a massage. A free one at that.