Maybe he was right. I can’t stand the fact that he refused to do fun things. Or when I finally convince him to do SOMETHING, he complains. I need excitement, randomness, laughing, smiling, FUN. grr, I am so frustrated. I just dont understand how someone wouldnt want to have fun and go places. We really are exact opposites. When I see the world, I see a playground waiting to be explored. When he sees the world, he sees nothing except water and land. He hates my music, my type of friends, my car, my job, my “scene”, my food. blah. I hate it. but I hate that I couln’t break up with you even if I wanted to because I love the bagebees out of you.