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My mood was in the pits last night. I went to bed earlier than Will, fully expecting that he'd not follow for another hour or so (the norm). So I cried in bed, but he came in within minutes and caught me. Then he pinned me against a corner and FORCED me to tell him what was wrong! Okay not really, he just held me and told me it would all be okay (despite not knowing why I was upset). I did tell him, and it's stuff we've discussed before but for some reason I was incredibly moody about it last night. He was understanding and loving and said all the things he's said before, but for whatever reason hearing it again helped. I have no idea why I got that bad. Hormones, maybe? Anyway, I told him relationship stuff worries me tenfold right now because of what's going on with my parents. FEAR IS THE MINDKILLER. etc.

Feeling better today. We need to run some errands, gotta put monies in the bank and Will wants to stop by the store for some stuff. I wish the store had something called "BAM! Your Kitchen Is Magically Clean!" so we didn't have to bother, lol ;p It's a lazy week, I won't lie.

Christmas was fun, btw. Spent it with some of Will's family and enjoyed it immensely (despite being super exhausted, lol)... his nieces and nephews are awesome. And I still insist that small children are practically indistinguishable from tiny drunk people. Which makes the behavior of said children infinitely funnier.

Okay, need to go bug Will again so he gets up. He's sleepy. :) haha

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Okay, what is with me these last handful of days? Really it's just been primarily the last two... but I am so goddamn moody. Maybe it's hormones? Exhaustion? Post-holiday blues? All of the above?

So sick of it! I'll be okay and one teensy thing just makes me melt into emo/angry/pissy/sobbing-mess

Bah. And I swear to FUCK if I hear one more "well it's because you're a woman and women are bitchy ha ha ha ha" I will fucking HURT whoever says it. Great, you think it's funny. Whatever makes you feel better about not getting laid.

UGH!

Staying in tonight. I'd go out but this cold is ruining me pain-wise. Hell, that might also be part of my mood - I FUCKING HURT. I'll be okay for a brief while - enough today to run errands with Will - then, God help me, I don't even want to move. Getting to sleep last night was interesting. I'm sure there'll be a repeat tonight.

So yes, want to kill things. Want to cry. Want to punch some bastards. Want to be held and told it'll all be okay. Want to scream.

It's like I'm out of my own head right now.