Maybe I should've seen it coming (probably did but didn't exactly process it). But wow I think I truly hate my life. Fuckass job with a boss who pushes like half of the backend stuff on me and still expects me to do the front. Shitty bosses aren't new though so whatever, well not really, this place is tearing out my heart but hey it has job security and enough pay to make me think that taking it is better, just have to wait for the next vacation that'll fix things this time.
Ynow, relay this to the partner, don't want to hide emotions because that's bad. Didn't get a response, cool even though we were talking previously maybe something came up. Got back to the fuckass apartment and find partner lying on the ground feeling bad because I feel bad. Is saying how they feel bad (over text) because they can't help. Its been like this most of the times I even feel slightly bad so it's time to get everything back on track because I'm the emotional rock that can take anything and get everything under control. Cool.
So I guess it's time to make supper and be all smiles for the next bit to make sure the mood is up because we don't want to be all depressed going into another new medication trial, can't do that to them, may mess up the results and stuff. Tomorrow is another day after all, maybe it'll get better or whatever.