Get a clue

Dear Diary,

I don’t have much time to talk, the Rosewood regular is coming over and I want to be ready when he gets here. At the same time, I want to get some of my thoughts out before he arrives, this way I don’t word vomit all of my feelings onto the floor.

The thing is I feel bad. He may not realize but I know what he’s doing. He doesn’t really like me, he’s using me as a means to validate himself. Maybe he’s going through a mid-life crisis (I go through several quarter life crises myself ,so I think I recognize flamboyant self-doubt when I see it). I want to see him; I want to tell him I’m grateful for all the little gifts and trinkets.

Then I’m going to tell him to get a grip. Oh shit, here he comes!

-Until next time!