I’ll have all of these great plans for the weekend, plans to hang out with my boyfriend, and I guess I have it set in my mind that we’re gonna do all these great things. 

And then something comes up here for him and he can’t do this. 

And then something else comes up there for him and he can’t do that. 

And suddenly my week gets more and more upsetting and I get more and more cranky because what I thought was going to be a great weekend turns into us probably not hanging out on Friday night because he already had plans he forgot about and me having to take an SAT on saturday all day.

I’m just tired of it.

I’m in love with my boyfriend. 

And sometimes, he makes my life hell on earth. 

Because he can’t be with me and hold me and because I annoy him sometimes. All of the things he does that make my life hell are because I love him too much. 

I hate love sometimes.

How does the same person that makes me feel so whole make my heart experience more pain than it ever has before?