Sadface.

So it's the obligatory six months on Sunday...
Six months, time flies, eh?

And..., iunno, suddenly I'm not looking forward to it. Basically because I know I'll be disappointed, a lot.
All I want is what any other girl wants. I want to be made a fuss of. I want him to tell me how much I mean to him, how much he loves me. I want presents and flowers and kisses and cuddles and a sweet letter and surprises.
Buuuuut it's not going to happen.

I know he can't afford it, and I know he's not going to surprise me or bother to do anything. We'll probably have a fight and I'll end up crying myself to sleep, just like I did on my birthday when he promised me he'd show up and didn't. Just like any other fight, i'll hurt myself, one way or another. Same shit, different day.


Okay, now I'm crying and I feel like shit.