At least, at least it’s not perfect
The world seems to want to shove things in my face.
My friend. She’s having her boy friend come up and visit. I don’t even know if they are techincally dating.
It’s just her boy. That’s what she calls him and he is coming for a visit. Great. There it is one more time. All I can remember is that at least, and I almsot feel bad for thinking this. At least it is disfucional. At least it isn’t another good realtionship pushed up into my face.
That’s the last thing that I need.
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