Maybe it’s from the rain. And the blanket hogging. My face feels warm but my body is cold.
Maybe it’s all the apprehension of my upcoming trip to America, especially since it’s all work and no play and I’d really rather just go home and see my family.
Maybe it’s the visit we made to H’s apartment and he showed me the marriage papers he filled out with his ex-girlfriend and expressed how terrible she was for backing out even after she had signed them.
Maybe it’s because his attitude lately is so hot and cold and confusing and just when I think it makes sense, I get confused again.
Maybe it’s because I’m honestly scared to leave him alone with the cat while I’m gone. I’m afraid I’ll come back and they’ll both be dead in my apartment.
Maybe it’s because I looked at photos of the victims of the Malaysian flight that went down in Europe. Not only were they horrifying but the fact that I’ll be on a plane later this week doesn’t help.
It’s probably a culmination of everything because I feel fucking sick and apprehensive and scared and sad and terrible today.
Maybe it’s just my period.