Paging Mr. Hyde

I decided to move back to the city. I’ll be moved back by September 1, once Ellen finds us an apartment and we sign the lease. This, of course, complicates things with Z. He is 100% supportive, he says, of my move, and I believe him. I just wonder, then, why I’m the one freaking out. I’m getting clingier, and when he had to change our plans to help out one of his friends I threw my first tantrum and we got into our first fight. I was drunk, he was not, and a flurry of mean text messages were exchanged. Now he’s a little sore, and I’m trying to get him to see me so I can apologize. I am an idiot.

This entry is not interesting to anyone but me. I just wish I didn’t do stuff like this. But I suppose everyone does. Do they? Who knows.

I guess a dirtier, sexier entry will come later. But this is how I feel today.