Aye.

I wish I had a diary, a physical one. One that I can just pour my heart into so I don’t have to fire up the laptop just to get rid of my frustrations.

Ironically, by the time I get the machine set up, I was more furious than I was before.

But heh, blogging here is already pretty private cus no one else ever comes here. (HAH!)

Having an INTJ as a boyfriend is really …taxing. He just plain doesn’t get it.  They’re naturally not in tune with other’s emotions, so I don’t really blame him though.

Sometimes I just want to shake him by the neck and say : ” YES I AM SAD.”

I think I actually did that once. And he went :” Why?”

About something that just happened five minutes ago. Or two. /facepalm

Then again, as an ENFP, I guess I do get emotional. (The next one to talk about women and estrogen levels is gonna get a boot to the bum.)

It might sound odd, but he’s too dang, well, busy. Work+school+helping out in churches + freelance jobs+ meeting his friends = Pretty much his full schedule. We seldom get to meet, if at all. And he’s normally all grumpy, or focused on work, or checking his phone half the time.

I know I’m being selfish, but I just want some time together as a couple. I can’t help wondering if this is what they mean by the period after “the honeymoon”.(Post honeymoon period?) Oh well. Guess it’s back to my endless monologue and wallowing in self-pity then.

Real unhealthy, but then again so is KFC. So dang finger lickin’ good, eh?

Jen.