My Bed isnt Good Enough

Dear Diary,

Evening. Im just sitting here. I painted for quite awhile, now Im done for tonight. Im kinda sad. Im lonely I guess. I could drive out and see B, but I dont even want to do that. I think thats why Im sad too. 🙁

Anyways, Mr Obnoxious is on right now talking to me online, telling me I have friends, telling me to come on out if I wanna have some fun, telling me B is a lucky guy and hes jealous.

I spent a good chunk of today online with Music Dude. He said he called his therapist, feels like hes losing it. The panic and anxiety and depression are getting to him bigtime. His girlfriend is in Utah, and she returns tomorrow. They spoke on the phone and he said he missed her and asked her if she missed him and she said “Grass is always greener on the other side”…

Ok so as I was writing that Mr Comedy called, so I got interrupted in my thought. I told him about B not wanting to come down to stay at my place because he said “My Bed hurts his back” and mr Comedy said “You are kidding me right?” I sat there and he said “Oh no you arent, Victoria, thats pretty sad when it comes down to lame excuses like your bed” It just dawned on me! This is the same freakin bed! Ive had it for 2 yrs that weve dated and NOW its a problem????

Ok Im gonna go, Music Dude and I are talking online now. I need a friend right now. What the hell am I doing, why am I settling for this?