Urgh
The problem with me and Jeremy is that our definitions of the truth are so far apart it's not even funny. Maybe I should've told him that shit to his face instead of in his blog, but if he's gonna get pissed I'd rather have him be far away from me at the time. The more we interact, the less I regret breaking up with him in the first place. It woulda been just like when I was with Richard, minus the voices and pills and total incompetence. I'd be walking on eggshells over the big stuff, and even with some small stuff. I'd be afraid to fart in my own damn home because it doesn't fit "his image", and that's not how it's supposed to be. Come to think of it, even our definitions of "how it's supposed to be" are miles apart.
I really wouldn't mind hanging out with him at some point, but not while there's still a bunch of unresolved shit floating around. Unfortunately, I doubt it ever can be resolved, since he refuses to see my point of view and I frankly don't understand his point of view. I just want it to all be over & done with so I can stop bitching about him, because it's damn fucking annoying.
I really wouldn't mind hanging out with him at some point, but not while there's still a bunch of unresolved shit floating around. Unfortunately, I doubt it ever can be resolved, since he refuses to see my point of view and I frankly don't understand his point of view. I just want it to all be over & done with so I can stop bitching about him, because it's damn fucking annoying.