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wow, life, thank you.
I've finally gotten tired of how some people treat me lately and just...removed them.
Like Mike. My ex. I really just..don't like him. But I pretended to for long enough because all my friends still did.
I finally told him I genuinely couldn't stand him. And it felt way too good. Way. Too. Good. He treated me like SHIT when we were together. It was nice to finally let him know he isn't as great as he thinks he is.
And I stopped convincing myself that me and Greg are still friends. Hell, I went through a surgery and some pretty rough shit...I pretty much begged him to ask if I was okay. I never even got a text from him.
So, because he has somebody to fuck him, he doesn't need my friendship anymore? That's fine. When she cheats on him and leaves him, he'll be kicking himself. And he'll have to do a hell of a lot more than apologize to get my trust back.
I've been thinking too much lately about stuff I don't want to think about.
Like how I'm not happy with my life.
I don't have friends. Not like I used to. I never see people anymore because I can't afford to do things for anyone.
I hate my job. I really do. I'm looking forward to going back to work so I can be demeaned every day again. Great. That's a great life.
I hate this apartment. I don't feel safe here. I don't know if my landlord is going to break in again or what. I don't trust this place. And it's not in good enough shape for me to be paying what I am for it.
Of course, I have my Peachy princess, and she is my world. I love this dog so much. I'd be lost without her. She is a good point.
Andy is a good point. Still, I know. Be proud of me, critics. Going on ten months and still feeling good about it.
I haven't been biting my nails. That's good.
The fourteen things from my surgery that almost killed me didn't...
I'm grasping for straws now.
Last year around this time, I was happy. I had nothing holding me down, except for the fact that I was in love with my best friend - but that didn't stop me from having fun. I was up and down the east coast last year and it was amazing.
Did I do some things I shouldn't have? Oh lord yeah. Did I go near some people I shouldn't have? Yes. Did I hurt some people I didn't have to? Yeah.
Do I regret anything I've done? No. No I don't.
This year...I'm stagnant.
I can't do anything. Half because of my health, half because of my lack of a car.
I'm stuck where I am and I'm not happy about it.
I've finally gotten tired of how some people treat me lately and just...removed them.
Like Mike. My ex. I really just..don't like him. But I pretended to for long enough because all my friends still did.
I finally told him I genuinely couldn't stand him. And it felt way too good. Way. Too. Good. He treated me like SHIT when we were together. It was nice to finally let him know he isn't as great as he thinks he is.
And I stopped convincing myself that me and Greg are still friends. Hell, I went through a surgery and some pretty rough shit...I pretty much begged him to ask if I was okay. I never even got a text from him.
So, because he has somebody to fuck him, he doesn't need my friendship anymore? That's fine. When she cheats on him and leaves him, he'll be kicking himself. And he'll have to do a hell of a lot more than apologize to get my trust back.
I've been thinking too much lately about stuff I don't want to think about.
Like how I'm not happy with my life.
I don't have friends. Not like I used to. I never see people anymore because I can't afford to do things for anyone.
I hate my job. I really do. I'm looking forward to going back to work so I can be demeaned every day again. Great. That's a great life.
I hate this apartment. I don't feel safe here. I don't know if my landlord is going to break in again or what. I don't trust this place. And it's not in good enough shape for me to be paying what I am for it.
Of course, I have my Peachy princess, and she is my world. I love this dog so much. I'd be lost without her. She is a good point.
Andy is a good point. Still, I know. Be proud of me, critics. Going on ten months and still feeling good about it.
I haven't been biting my nails. That's good.
The fourteen things from my surgery that almost killed me didn't...
I'm grasping for straws now.
Last year around this time, I was happy. I had nothing holding me down, except for the fact that I was in love with my best friend - but that didn't stop me from having fun. I was up and down the east coast last year and it was amazing.
Did I do some things I shouldn't have? Oh lord yeah. Did I go near some people I shouldn't have? Yes. Did I hurt some people I didn't have to? Yeah.
Do I regret anything I've done? No. No I don't.
This year...I'm stagnant.
I can't do anything. Half because of my health, half because of my lack of a car.
I'm stuck where I am and I'm not happy about it.