It's Sunday and the body knows it

 Last night I was not sleepy. Today I am not sleepy. I woke up at 7:30 like I used to do when we were in Daruvar, after only five or six hours of rest. I remembered the day we went for a walk, it was still the first month, you wanted to go to Lidl and you didn't want me to go with you. "Maybe I want to call some friends". Honestly, I thought you were the most social guy in the world, I was jealous of it, of the thought of having friends that actually keep in contact with you several times a week, I thought you must've been really special if you had friends like that. I never considered the concept as an eufemism. It never crossed my mind that friend could mean girlfriend, specially given that, seeing my sadness for not letting me go with you, you kissed me on the spot before leaving.

I have always tended to think the best of people, that they are true, they are good, they don't hide on purpose because that's what I want people to think of me. Of course I knew you weren't telling me the truth (I'm not that naive) but I didn't think you were lying to me. But you lied so much that, after all this time, now I can't believe anything you say. And it hurts because I really want to. I want to build something beautiful with you, but the foundations have never been strong enough. Maybe we could, with a lot of effort, work, time and money we don't have.

It was stupid and reckless since the first moment. You coming to my house as a friend, without a return ticket, putting my world upside down. And me letting you in, opening completely to you without receiving anything in return beyond some sex. It's raining today. I can't concentrate. I have to start doing things. But I just want to go back to bed and lie down. I want to hurt myself a bit, just enough to feel something different from this emptiness. I'm gonna clean instead.