The day that the milk expires.
Today has been a pretty boring and shitty day. I haven’t done a whole lot. I cleaned the apartment, went to the gym, cleaned up Ellie’s pee (2x), and got into an argument with Brandon. He was rude as fuck. He’s immature, anyhow.
I worry sometimes that I’m going to be alone forever. Would that be the end of the world? I don’t think so, truly. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable having children on my own. How funny does one year make in your life. I had two boyfriends, now I have zero. I had few friends, now I have a lot more. People talk, always, shit I do, too. Human nature, I guess. Needing to feel important.
I’m not sure what to do with my evening.