Crazy.
I deleted my journal this weekend. Thank you so much to the people who called or emailed.
I was in a car accident and am physically okay, but on the other hand... I am not so okay. Among other things, I have felt for quite a while like I needed to make a friends cut, which completely, absolutely and utterly stinks. Abjectly. Awfully.
It always stinks, but especially this time, when I have cut things at least in half, and am not even sure exactly why in some cases. I loathe causing pain to others, so I let it go and push it down and... It just ends up being worse in the end.
I can't say this will be permanent, at least on my end, and I'm sorry for being such a flake and a drama queen. If you never want to talk to me again, what can I do? I'm used to having all the answers (or at least trying to) and this time I can't see very far in front of me. Maybe I'm making a big mistake. Probably. Maybe I've made a lot more mistakes by hesitating and second-guessing myself. I don't know.
I just don't know, and that's the truth.
I'm sorry.
I was in a car accident and am physically okay, but on the other hand... I am not so okay. Among other things, I have felt for quite a while like I needed to make a friends cut, which completely, absolutely and utterly stinks. Abjectly. Awfully.
It always stinks, but especially this time, when I have cut things at least in half, and am not even sure exactly why in some cases. I loathe causing pain to others, so I let it go and push it down and... It just ends up being worse in the end.
I can't say this will be permanent, at least on my end, and I'm sorry for being such a flake and a drama queen. If you never want to talk to me again, what can I do? I'm used to having all the answers (or at least trying to) and this time I can't see very far in front of me. Maybe I'm making a big mistake. Probably. Maybe I've made a lot more mistakes by hesitating and second-guessing myself. I don't know.
I just don't know, and that's the truth.
I'm sorry.