Dear Die-ary...

WHY MUST I BE TORMENTED IN THIS WAY

OH GOD, WHY

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand relax.

Oy vey. I spent a very, very wonderful weekend with my dear Rob (le boyfriend). He even met my mother and she approved, somehow. She never approves of my friends. Rob and I went out for dinner, watched some films, and had takeaway pizza for lunch the next day. And we also did plenty of [this section has been removed by the blogger.com moderators].

Anyway, that's not the problem. Well, in a way, I guess it is. What I'm getting at is, it's all tooooo perfect; I am not used to it at all. And this worries me intensely. I guess I am far too used to people being very strict and unfair towards me; having someone treat me as if I matter in this sordid little world is rather unsettling.

Of course, this does not mean that I shall leave him. That would be irrational and uncalled for, and highly unfair on Rob, and I would never want it to happen anyway. Besides, that would by no means remedy my situation, for I pine for the attention again the moment I leave his place, and sends me into a spiralling depression which is supposed to have been eradicated through the treatment of drugs I have undergone during the past several months. It's as if he is my prozac.

God, I am a mess.