Insecurity is not a get out of jail free card

Last night I gave the boy hell. I mean proper, text message bombarding, angry tears over the phone at 3am, hell.

‘Stop it,’ he hissed, trying not to wake anyone up. ‘Go to sleep. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.’

He was *furious.*

He was right to be.

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Watching ‘The Undateables’ (kind of)

I should’ve known this was going to be a shit week. On Friday night, I left the office and promptly burst into tears because I’d missed a deadline and let the designer down (in my defence, the designer is *hot*). Then, I went to M&S and bought steak, which was the only thing I wanted for dinner – something which only happens when my body is screaming for iron. I got home and my period had started. Obviously.

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