why cant I ever just win? He knows we were just joking around with each other tonight and he has to get pissed off and break my shit just b/c I won in a ‘play’ fight we were having. …here it was…

He put his drink on my bare foot to joke w/ me and make my foot cold.

I asked for a drink after he sat down with his *on purpose, he knows that.. I just like to be a pest sometimes and he knows I was kidding*

he said he wasnt going to get up

I pouted

he said no or I’d get use to being spoiled

so I got up, gave him a kiss… stole his drink and took it into the kitchen and we laughed when I came back with mine.

finally he got up to get his and was plotting his revenge..

he tried ‘freezing my foot agian’ and I started kicking my feet like I’ll kick it out of his hands or make it splash him.

we were laughing

I finally kicked it out of his hand and it spilled *btw we have plenty of cold cokes still in the fridge*

he STORMS AWAY.

I told him we both were only joking around and that I’d get him another drink…

and then he pulls my standing mirror off the door and it shatters on the ground, he throws himself on our bed and mummbles that he doesnt want another drink.

so I picked up the mirror after screaming at him for freakin breaking it *it was my favorite mirror* clean that mess up, vaccume just in case… and now I’m sleeping in the guest room… *b/c I dont want to be anywhere near that CHILD.*

How freakin stupid of him.. and now I’m sure he’s going to try to sleep in the living room in a chair to make me feel bad… well thats just freakin fine… b/c in an hour, or whenever I think he is asleep I’m going to hammer a new standing mirror to our door.. He though I was a ‘bitch’ before *his words btw* but he said them when I THOUGHT WE WERE JOKING SO I GUESS NOW ITS OKAY TO TAKE OFFENSE BECAUSE I GUESS WE WERENT.

I’m really going crazy without my best friend… I screwed that one up bad. I miss him but things are just better now that we dont talk… I guess.. I really do feel bad for asking for his help all the time… I always have something crazy going on and he just never talked about what was up with him… uggh, either way… I better go before I get too sad about that. I need to hold on to this frustration so I actually nail that mirror while he’s sleeping. … …

I feel like a psycho-person so often anymore. :/