I didn't write anything yesterday. I studied until 5, then we went to my mother-in-law's birthday party, and when we got back, we went to bed. We ate sushi there! I love it. Today, I didn't go to school because I wanted to get some sleep. My relationship with E. is strained, and he's withdrawn. It's upsetting me. He also accuses me of saying, "It's easier to do it myself than to ask you." But that's not true. I always fulfill his requests, and I'm responsible for the entire household, even though I'm working, studying, and helping my mother. My workload is much higher, and I'm also developing two of my own blogs. He says he only needs 20 minutes of my attention per day, but I don't feel that way. I want to talk to him, I want to spend time together, not just cuddle and watch "Rilsy" on Instagram. I want to do something together, go somewhere, and dream about it. I miss the teenage love and the butterflies in my stomach. I'm going to clean up and visit my grandmother, while he's going to stay at the computer. He's only cleaned his small room, and I'll have to clean the entire apartment, sweep the floors, wash them, wipe the dust, clean the bathroom and toilet, and wash the dishes. I need to ask him for help. I'm going to buy some ice cream and watch a movie. I don't care about him. I love you, reader.
