Oversized Pyjama pants are the shit

This year has been shit, for real.. Alright I had some fun moments, but when your dad commits suicide while you are on the way to finally finish your theatre school of three years it sucks. It took me longer to get my diploma, I had to change the subject of my soloperformance and worst of all; I have no dad anymore. And he was the most amazing dad ever.

Luckily I could find some comfort in my collegues and my boyfriend, who I'd met about three years ago at school, but didn't get into a relationship with until about 4 months ago. He is the sweetest. Sure, he comes with his own sets of problems, but if you're having fun together, who cares, right?

Well, one of his problems actually led me to write this blog.. I'm sure nobody will actually read it, but it's a good way to put all my thoughts on paper in some way or another. Back to the subject, my boyfriend is coping with an addiction to weed, sounds worse than it actually is, but shit, this is the Netherlands. Luckily he wanted to change and go to rehab. Guess what, today is the day he (supposedly) went to rehab.

I knew I wouldn't be able to speak to him for the time that he is spending at the rehab centre (which will be for about a month). The good guy that I am, I always tried to tell him how much I'd miss him and how much I love him, unfortunately I only got pretty generic messages back, or he would be totally downstruck and rude to me face to face. I just thought he was nervous about going to rehab, so I didn't think much of it.

But after the umpteenth time of telling him I was going to miss him (which was me messaging him yesterday since I couldn't go and visit him) he only replied by saying he went out 2 days before and he practically ended the message with "Best Regards". Wut? Seriously? Is this all?

So now me, frustrated as I was, decided to send a very generic message back to him, to which he never replied. I felt bad though, so I apologized.

No reply..

I sent him one last message this morning finally telling him I was already missing him, and I was going to miss him even more when time would pass by, I told him I loved him more than anything in the world, and he was doing good by going to rehab. I bet you can guess by now;

No reply.

Now I'm sitting here, alone, in my studio appartement, writing this first blog entry while wearing oversized pyjama pants and an oversized wifebeater with practically no one to talk to.. Yay, love my life.

Peace out