This kind of sickness I am afflicted with, is worse than any other passing illness. No, I'm not the good love sick - I am the bad, kill me now - sick of lovey dovey, kissy kissy, love game, love sick.
Look, maybe I've got my bitter suit on - or maybe I've just had it up to my eyeballs with the bullshit dramas of the people around me. What must be realised, is that when my co-workers go through their "he loves me, he love me not" moments/hours/days/weeks - they take me with them too. AND I don't even get a break when they are off again, because then there's another miserable prevailing mood - one of ice and hate.
Yeah, there's probably some jealously, I'll be the first to admit - I wanted him for a whole year. Most of the time I think I'm over it - but it's days like today that make it really hard.
Kids, please - don't subject me to anymore beating around the proverbial love bush. I just gotta say shit, or get off the pot!
SB xx
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