Feeling so trapped. Ugly, stupid, bored and boring, slow, useless.
The weekends are worse than the weeks. I look forward to them out of habit but I just feel worse when I am so useless when P is around.
I can't remember the last time he seemed to like me*. He keeps saying: what do you want to do today, and I can't answer because I can't do anything, and then eventually I ask him to do something fukcing tediously shite and domestic that I would do if I could walk and he looks all disappointed and resentful and says vaguely yes and never does it and then monday comes.
*(actually I can - he said something nice to me a few weeks ago, I pathetically remember it)