I want to change my template...

And...

Ohgod.

I am such a fucking mess.

I want H to give me my birthday card. I want him to do it spontaneously. I want him to remember all by himself that my birthday was 10 fucking weeks ago and maybe I might be a whole lot less insecure if he'd give me the fucking thing and act like he cares about my feelings.

Fuck.

I want to change my template. I want to change my template. I want to change my template.

I want to be happy.

I want... something.

I want to shut up. This is pointless.