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I can’t believe i’m actually thinking what i’m thinking. Would i really do it? i really want to.

i don’t think it’s really three nights, but it feels like three for some reason. Three days and three nights of… nothing. No interest, no sparkage of any kind. Waking up alone in the middle of the night to find the man you desperately want browsing porn… on top of these passed few days, that’s just about the point where you go suicidal in my book. You are fat, weak, and disgusting with a “good personality”. Is he just depressed again? Or are his “depressed” phases just when he can’t fake being attracted to you at all. When did he become so insensitive that he can’t tell when we’re on the edge of self-destruct?

Can’t tell Kit. If you’re strong about anything, be strong about this. If she knows you’re even thinking this, then you won’t be able to pull it off. Afterall, he never actually DID propose, did he? Isn’t all that just some made up fantasy you like to think about? Think he’s telling any of his friends about the “drive-thru Elvis chapel in Vegas”? He hasn’t told anyone, and probably cringes at the thought that you have.