I don’t know how to start. I got the idea to do something like this a while ago. I mean, how do you even write something like this? How do you put everything that you are into words? Beware: this is going to be a very disjointed read, anyone reads it at all
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I'm not comfortable with being trampled on. That's why I wrote this. I want to be treated better, and I KNOW I deserve better, especially with how I treat damn near everyone I know with the utmost respect and civility (though I can become a little hot under the collar when they start to push certain buttons, which is actually a relatively new development and one of the reasons why I've landed myself with now friends).
There's a lot to the situation that I'm not explaining. I'm not really doing it justice. There were a lot of factors involved, what, with me being immensely stressed and pressured, and feeling like I had to deal with all of these things at one time. It was hell, and I was stretched too thin (I like to use that metaphor because that's how it felt; it felt like there were a hundred things pulling me in all different directions).
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