It seems like it's been 100 years since I've had sex. The last few days haven't been as frustrating as the previous weeks and that's mainly because I'm so preoccupied.
We are moving house and the process is proving to be annoying. The only thing more annoying than the process is me.
I've got myself all worked up, crunching numbers, changing my mind about when and where we need to move to. When I stop for a second and think about it, I realise that my stressing wont solve anything but somehow I'm still here.
My boyfriend seems to coping okay this week and that's mainly coz of how I'm being. Let's be honest, who wants to sleep with crazy, stressed out, angry girl? Right now I wouldn't even do me.
I'm trying to calm down, not just because I'm being a shitty person but because I'm starting to feel sick from the stress.
So I'm trusting that all will be well and I will not have to relocate to under a tree somewhere.
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