A Head Full Of Bees

I feel awful. I totally over reacted about yesterday but it really was the last little thing and I'd had enough. I was nasty to Frank and rude to Emma and I wish I hadn't been but I was. Now Frank is mad at me. I'm mad at me. I'm tired from hardly sleeping. I'm upset and just want to stay at home and cry. He said I'd agreed to stay for tea a while ago but I don't remember that. I don't remember anything and thats half the reason we argue about stupid things like this. It really upset me when he said he's going out the the cinema with all his friends tonight after we'd both said we're not doing anything and would spend the evening together. He said he wanted to stay in bcause he's spent too much money this week. He can't seem to see how bad that makes me feel. I know he likes to go out with his friends but to say he'll stay in with me because he can't afford to go anywhere, then ditch me to go out for an evening with his friends makes me feel like I'm just something free to keep him occupied until something better comes along. Maybe he's bored of me. I don't know. I can't think for all the things buzzing round in my head.