time and time again i tell myself not to have any expectations of the boyfriend, but again and again i failed.
could it be the length of us being together is getting way too abnormal?
this job of his is killing me.
seriously.
his job evolves around him so much so that studies has become secondary, and myself, not even anywhere close!
i got stood up for the umpteen times because of his work. and because i am so pms-ing and unusually hungry, i blew up.
like how he always says when it comes to work, "i can't help it", i'll say it back to you now: blowing my top was something i couldn't help it either.
seriously, think about doing different subjects next semester.
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