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earlier today i wanted to write about how i was proud of tim that he was really trying to stop drinking and actually didn't get drunk for a while except two days ago, once... i also wanted to write how happy i was for him and for myself and that life seems better when he's actually sober... but all that is not true anymore because he went out and got drunk again, accused me of not letting him enjoy himself and got pissed off because i don't want him to wake me up when he decides to go back home... so he's not coming to my place tonight... i have only one question left: why is it always me who has to understand him and not vice versa???