And the water was busted. And I just discovered the bag thrall at the market didn’t put one of my sacks of food in the cart. This is just not my day. Week. Month. Year. Life.
I just wish I had somebody who showed interest in me. Who asked me how my day went and generally cared about the answer. Somebody who wanted to talk to me all the time, and would think about me when we weren’t. I just want someone to care about me, or to want me. And I feel like for me maybe it’s too much to ask for.
No, you really, really don’t. I’ve been that for everyone I’ve been with. it gets you called “clingy” and abandoned. Stupid wish.