I stopped myself from crying into his chest.
Because that would have made him angry.
Calm down. Relax. Stop dorking out. You’re not drinking so you can’t act like this.
Fine.
I need to start running again. It’s a great outlet for frustration. Right now I’ve just got loud punk music. Because I can’t drink. I’ve got to leave for work soon. And work will help. It will force me to focus and play nice and not be in charge and usually I get some attention paid to me and that’s nice too. And I should travel too. Plan a trip myself since I can’t convince him to plan one with me.
I am so predictable.
Loud music. Driving fast. Drinking. Running away.
How do I break my own mold?
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