Uh
Did I...
Did I really make a pinned post saying "FRIENDS ONLY" then post a bunch of not-friends-only entries?
Well, I doubt anyone actually reads these anymore, so maybe just yapping here would be therapeutic.
On an X-Files kick still. Goddamnit. Owns my soul.
So poooor. Got clothes (socks) for Christmas. Was happy about it.
Am having fun with two 3DSes. Tagging each other with fandom Miis is fun, too.
I'm easing myself into having a sex life again, but damn, that PTSD is killer. Mike can go suck a dick. Found out this Christmas that EVERYBODY in my family thought he was a jerk, and apparently back then, I defended him. Well, I was brainwashed, so I guess it makes sense.
I'm getting past the whole "must ___ or will suffer later" learned thinking. John is patient and actually never expects anything from me, even if I want to stop halfway through. That is probably the most reassuring thing I've felt in ... ever. No pressure, no expectations. What the hell? And he doesn't want stuff if I don't get something back? What? What? He doesn't have fun if I, his lover, don't also have fun. It is such a foreign concept to me, I can't even... Handjobs if not more painful things was a REQUIREMENT with Mike. John is more like, "I can't get into it if you can't." My sex drive is already crap, but because he thinks that way, it doesn't bother him how long we go without it. I am still pretty traumatized, but he is helping me leaps and bounds not wanting to curl up in a ball and cry from the pressure of one-sided sex.
Yay!
Getting over narcotics is hard. Don't do it, kids.
Pokemon GO is fun, too. Walk around downtown San Diego and it's a blast. Want more.
...Honestly, I don't think Mike stalks this thing anymore, so I can just post without the Friends-Only shit. That's the only reason I did it--he found it, guilted me into "taking it down" because I was talking "lies" about him, and just stuffed it into hiding. Mike, if you're reading this:
Fuck you. You're a narcissistic asshole who will never live up to your own standards, so you take it out on whoever gives you the time of day. You Gaslight them, groom them, and emotionally abuse them into subservience because you're too fucking insecure to let them be their own person. I worry for whoever you date later. You have the best family, but damn, you did some epic damage, and the times I see you years later with you "being better" and you just falling RIGHT BACK into your abusive ways, just... fuck. You.
EDIT: No. No, those entries were all friends-only. Oh well.
Did I really make a pinned post saying "FRIENDS ONLY" then post a bunch of not-friends-only entries?
Well, I doubt anyone actually reads these anymore, so maybe just yapping here would be therapeutic.
On an X-Files kick still. Goddamnit. Owns my soul.
So poooor. Got clothes (socks) for Christmas. Was happy about it.
Am having fun with two 3DSes. Tagging each other with fandom Miis is fun, too.
I'm easing myself into having a sex life again, but damn, that PTSD is killer. Mike can go suck a dick. Found out this Christmas that EVERYBODY in my family thought he was a jerk, and apparently back then, I defended him. Well, I was brainwashed, so I guess it makes sense.
I'm getting past the whole "must ___ or will suffer later" learned thinking. John is patient and actually never expects anything from me, even if I want to stop halfway through. That is probably the most reassuring thing I've felt in ... ever. No pressure, no expectations. What the hell? And he doesn't want stuff if I don't get something back? What? What? He doesn't have fun if I, his lover, don't also have fun. It is such a foreign concept to me, I can't even... Handjobs if not more painful things was a REQUIREMENT with Mike. John is more like, "I can't get into it if you can't." My sex drive is already crap, but because he thinks that way, it doesn't bother him how long we go without it. I am still pretty traumatized, but he is helping me leaps and bounds not wanting to curl up in a ball and cry from the pressure of one-sided sex.
Yay!
Getting over narcotics is hard. Don't do it, kids.
Pokemon GO is fun, too. Walk around downtown San Diego and it's a blast. Want more.
...Honestly, I don't think Mike stalks this thing anymore, so I can just post without the Friends-Only shit. That's the only reason I did it--he found it, guilted me into "taking it down" because I was talking "lies" about him, and just stuffed it into hiding. Mike, if you're reading this:
Fuck you. You're a narcissistic asshole who will never live up to your own standards, so you take it out on whoever gives you the time of day. You Gaslight them, groom them, and emotionally abuse them into subservience because you're too fucking insecure to let them be their own person. I worry for whoever you date later. You have the best family, but damn, you did some epic damage, and the times I see you years later with you "being better" and you just falling RIGHT BACK into your abusive ways, just... fuck. You.
EDIT: No. No, those entries were all friends-only. Oh well.