maybe it's the fever talking.

I know now, right this very moment, that I should leave. Sitting outside smoking a cigarette, blinking back tears, and writing this...I should be in my car driving home. My home, where I pay bills to keep my things and dogs but instead i'm at his house, like every other night. He is sick though, and my neutering side is caring for him. I've yet to receive a thank you for running to get medicine or other items he needs. I really don't care for a thank you, I just want him to stop cussing and hitting the wall when he sniffles. I want him to be half as aware of my being as I am of his.