One day she'll say that she wants to spend awhile just concentrating on me, the next day stuff will be happening between her and other people.
Some of it I don't mind, but some really bothers me.
I think I'm too tired and depressed to talk coherently right now. At the same time that this is going on, I have surrounding me a very small pile of packed boxes, and a very large pile of stuff to pack.
I should go to sleep though, I have to get up early tomorrow.