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In A Funk
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So, once again, I write to complain. I am good at complaining. :) You must be good at reading it. Anyway.
I really don't have much reason to be in as much of a funk as I am. Things are going really well for me, actually. Shaun and I continue to do excellently- yeah, we have minor issues but we are strong together, and we get through the issues. I only have a few weeks left of school before I move back home. To further that good point, my friends are roadtripping down here to pick my ass up and drive me and all my shit back. It's going to be a lot of fun, and I'm excited. Also, I'm going to be moving in with my wonderful boyfriend. I'm going to have a car (probably). I've recently began to resolve a long standing medical issue.
So, why am I in a funk? Why do I feel down, and blue and skeptical of the whole damn thing? I think it may have a lot of something to due with Shaun. He and I have a very open communication, and we talk about everything, even stuff that pains the other person, because we need to know all this. And recently, I guess him talking about all this stuff (its actually not that much) that hurts me or makes me feel like I mean less to him has just started to get to me. Heres the damnedest part, I know that he loves me completely, and all this shit we talk about doesn't mean that I am somehow less important to him. In fact, it means that he respects me enough to confess what most men are ashamed of- porn, desiring other women... things of that nature. But none of that means anything to him. Thats why he tells me. It just sucks when he tells me about wanting random women, even though he'd never act on it.
It makes sense to me.