I should be checking my cleavage in the mirror right now. I should be putting on some lipstick. A party is just getting started at this very moment in a house in Boston. I don’t know most of the people there, but I know there will be a lot of cute single queer women. But I won’t be one of them. Nope, not me.
I don’t know what’s been going on these past few weeks. I’ve been fatigued in a way I’ve never been before. I had blood drawn today so my doctor can check for anemia and whatnot. And in the meantime, I’m staying home, canceling plans, missing out. I even had to miss a support group meeting today! Oh, the irony.
It sucks. Keeping up with friends is hard when you have health problems. Dating is hard when you have health problems. But meeting someone to date when I can hardly leave the house? Impossible.
So this is my grumpy post for today. I’m pissed off, but not as much as I should be, because I don’t have the energy for that much emotion. Instead, I’ll go watch a movie, eat some popcorn, and pretend this is my choice. Yeah, right.
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