july 5 in twenty-eight

I hate fights. They make me question if the person I'm with actually likes being with me, too. I feel like I'm diminished to an irrational, ugly person, and that's probably because I don't think I've ever had a fight that I didn't feel was entirely caused by me.

Why am I like that?

I spent all day (literally!, all day) in bed yesterday, and today I'm only out of bed in order to wash towels. And watch the SATC movie, which is the one movie I can watch repeatedly. That probably makes it my favorite. Which makes me feel pretty vapid.