He Tastes Like You

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That's cute but I wish it were true.

Fish and I are fighting almost every day now. He calls me constantly, it feels like to check up on me. Which I guess is just as well considering he wouldn't like half the stuff I do. I talk to guys. He would get jealous, whether I was flirting or not. Things are just going down the shit hole it seems. Fish leaves to go out of town for almost two weeks and I feel guilty for saying that I'm looking forward to him leaving. Sure I'll miss him, but there are plenty of things I won't miss.
I won't miss him asking me what I've been doing every two hours.
I won't miss his negative teasing nature.
I won't miss the fits he throws when he doesn't get his way.
Blah.
I talked to Jacob last night again.
It seems like I can't help it.
I feel like I need him. He's my best friend, I tell him things I normally wouldn't tell other people. He makes me feel better, he makes me laugh. Except Jacob wants to marry me. Well shit, so does Fish! I'm not ready for commitment. I'm obviously not even ready for a boyfriend, but I have one anyways. He called me and I just about threw the phone in frustration.
"Hello?"
"Luckie?"
"Hi, babe."
"Hi honey. I've missed you. What have you been up to?"
"Not a whole lot. Little of this, a little of that," I wasn't being specific because I knew what the next thing he would say be. It would be something along the lines of me on the computer or something like that. And sure enough-
"Oh, you just been playing on the computer then? Talking to your other boyfriends? Haha!" He was being teasing, but I know he worries about it all the time.
"Yup. That's exactly what I've been doing."
"Haha I'm teasing babe. I just wanted to call and say I love you."
"I love you too."

FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck! Seriously! That's what happens every two hours! I not only hate talking on the phone (except for with Jacob. No idea why.), but every two hours? For real? I'm not going to have anything new to say at all when you call me every two hours! Nothing has happened! Jesus!

I hate the phone.