Everything between Mike and myself has been going well lately. We are getting along as roommates and hanging out some and it's been good. But not today. We got into a silly argument over cat hair. It's such bullshit. I have been compromising everything to be here, and he seems to think the opposite, and that I give up nothing and still somehow am demanding everything. I have stopped doing the nice things I had been doing for him, because I feel like he didn't care.
Yes it's fun to be here, but I'm also getting kind of tired of being here and I miss my stuff. I told him that yesterday, and as usual, instead of understanding me or attempting to listen to me, he told me, "It's just stuff." Of course I know it's just stuff, but I'm surrounded by your crap in your tiny apartment that you don't do anything to take care of, and I have a suitcase of belongings, stationery, and the cats. I miss my stuff and my life and my belongings. I don't know how to make you understand that. Is there something about that idea that is difficult or that you seem to misinterpret? I feel like I am being pretty clear.
Honestly, I don't know why I blog anymore. It's really stupid. I would probably get more out of writing in a journal.
I'm trying to take control and it's time to move along. And go get some dinner.
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