Today is less like shit. My stomach has settled down some. Still coughing, haven't quite shaken off that cold. Tired as shit. Had a dream about wrong clocks and unintentionally hurting new born turtles, the symbol of loyalty in dreams and a dominant figure in my dreams about Chris. Not hurting him about this stupid "living in sin" shit. Of course I do not live in sin give that sin does not exist, sex is never a sin, love and sex/physical touch are deeply intertwined in my head as to be nearly one and the same, and marriage (merely a social construct created for procreation and property securement), has no bearing on love nor any ability to alter it. But hurting him with my own needs. I need to go to school but it means a dramatic schedule shift for him and sacrifices from him when I frankly feel like I take too much from him already. I wanted my mates mother to like me. I am a likeable and good person I wanted to like my mates family but when I am attacked and he is attacked repeatedly I am left with little choice but to dislike.
None of this shit makes me love Chris any less. I am still full to bursting on my love for him. Though still undeserved of all of his returned love.
Anyway, I'm tired and I have class.