Fuck this world.

I feel so poop.
Sorting out my clothes today, and I’ve got so much of joe’s clothes here.
I was starting to come to terms with the facts but just weird stuff, like having to put away his socks, and boxers makes me want him here, just with me, not particularly as a couple, because I don’t know if he wants that, but just with me, and it makes me so sad that I can’t have any contact with him, and I need him, and I’m writing all this and there is a slight chance he could come across it and think I’m weird, again.
And my life is just shit at the moment, but on a lighter note, I trod in dog mess today and that’s supposed to be lucky, so onwards and upwards right? It’s got to get better at some point? Yeah? Positive vibezzzz