Ultimately, I draw the line at five outfits. If I try on five different outfits and not a single one looks good, that's it. Staying in. Bad hairday on top of it all... not interested. This all puts me in an absolutely hateful mood. I don't know whether to be angry or kind of happy that when I call to cancel our plans, seeing as the two of us absolutely never do anything as a couple anymore ever, he doesn't even try to convince me to come out. I wouldn't go, my mood is sour and I'm wearing a frown, but shouldn't he have at least attempted to make me feel like he would've enjoyed my company had I come out? Or does he know me so well he didn't really think I'd come out anyway? Or is it that he knows not to try to convince me to come out based on past experience of my canceling plans due to my 'issues'? I guess none of it really matters. I should've stay at work, I could've been making money off other people's desire to socialize and go out and look nice and feel good. It figures. I miss my little boy. I always get into these terrible moods on Thursday and Friday nights, because I work those nights and come home to an empty house since he stays with his grandparents those two nights every week. Ever since Adrian came into the world I'm simply not interested in anything or anyone else.
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