NOT Sure What to Say or Where This is Going . . .
. . . so bear with me. I'm probably not in my right head. It's been an emotionally, physically, and just plain effed off past forty-eight, seventy-two hours or so. No, I'm NOT in my right mind. I'm NOT okay. But what does it effing matter, right? It doesn't because I'm a worthless waste of human existence who shouldn't have been born and should have been successful at one of those damn times I tried to commit suicide, but, alas, I wasn't. Heh.
But Talas, Seth, wants me to say a few things to clear the air, so here goes: I had a psychotic break when he supposedly slapped me and that he and Ron got into a confrontation. It didn't happen in real life, just in my head, in other words, because it was a psychotic break.
He also wants me to say that we were together again shortly after that psychotic break happened, as in three days, and that if I told anyone that I wasn't with him that it was a lie.
So there you have it. Crucify me or something now. Hate me. It's okay. I hate myself. He hates me. Everybody else does, so why not join the masses of other people that have come to hate me?
Cross-posted to Bipolar Aloud and BPD Sanctuary.
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But Talas, Seth, wants me to say a few things to clear the air, so here goes: I had a psychotic break when he supposedly slapped me and that he and Ron got into a confrontation. It didn't happen in real life, just in my head, in other words, because it was a psychotic break.
He also wants me to say that we were together again shortly after that psychotic break happened, as in three days, and that if I told anyone that I wasn't with him that it was a lie.
So there you have it. Crucify me or something now. Hate me. It's okay. I hate myself. He hates me. Everybody else does, so why not join the masses of other people that have come to hate me?
Cross-posted to Bipolar Aloud and BPD Sanctuary.
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