Sigh.

My phone was stolen by a 5th grader yesterday. So I'm phoneless. And irritated.

My little sister is coming in town tonight. So I'll be occupied with normalcy for 3 weeks. This is a good thing.

I had an unsettling dinner with El Tóxico which basically consisted of me telling him the same stuff I always do and him telling me the same stuff he always does....that is, hurtful stuff. Not in an angry way, but it still stings. I hate being mean and I hate feeling so insignificant. Then I rehashed the conversation with UW and Assy and felt even worse. Why can't I feel better about this situation? What do I need to do to make myself better? I'm tired of crying, tired of feeling unworthy, tired of feeling untrusting. I'm a little worn out. Again. This is so healthy.