Argh. Argh. ARGH! I've had it up to here with Frogstar. He won't get up. He won't. Ever. He will fucking sleep until an hour until he goes to work. Then he goes to work. And he comes home and plays videogames. All night. I hardly see him anymore; he's just a fucking blob in the bed. in MY bed. I am so fucking sick of it; I'm about to break up with him right now. I do not need this. I want someone who will, I dunno, spend a day with me every once in awhile. Share experiences. Drink a cup of coffee after I make it after he requests it. This is really pissing me off. This has to be the most pathetic relationship in all of the world. It has to be. It fucking has to be. There is no point to it. I am better than this. Goddamn it I'm fucking better than this. I deserve a guy who gives a shit about me. Someone who will take me to a graveyard or park. Someone who will eat lunch with me. You know; someone who will actually date me. I'm dating a guy who I'm not even really dating. This is so retarded. I paid all of our rent/utilities, and he gave me about 90 dollars to cover the fact that I didn't have enough in my account for both utilities and rent, and for food. Now he's bitching because he's claiming that I'm spending HIS money on groceries. No. I'm not. I'm spending my money on groceries and you got away with paying only 90 dollars for rent/utilities when the total was over 400. So fuck off, asshole.

Once I start my new job at this Japanese restaurant I swear I'm kicking him out. I swear it. This is pissing me off too much. I wouldn't mind sharing my apartment with a decent guy; not a fucking corpse in the bed. I don't even want to have sex with him anymore, and that's all he wants from me. Goddamn it this fucking sucks. I love him so much.