So, a very brief update
Not that anyone really reads this, or probably really cares, and I really would put in a lot more if I could figure out how to do a fucking cut. It's never worked right for me. Ah well.
So, long story REALLY short.... Things are going good. I found a new band, and was with them for over 4 months. It was good, it was great, I had a blast. Then, someone opted to say some really not nice things, and claim it was a joke later. Really personal things. The kicker? They were given the opportunity (like, 5 of them) to SAY they were kidding, and they chose to ignore those opps. And I have no doubt that I have become the headcase, and the paranoid person for feeling this way. It hurt. Let's just leave it at that. It fucking hurt, still does hurt, and probably always will. But, I am eating again, so it's.... mostly getting better?
Work is going all right. Could always be worse, but things seem like they are happy. I am at not unhappy at work, and no longer feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Which is a very happy thing. I eat, I sleep, and am a hell of a lot more comfortable than I used to be. Bout fucking time, eh?
So, that's the short short story. And if I could figure out the cut, I would post more. Like, a lot more. An entire novel's worth, but, again, I don't really know how many people read this, or really give a rat's ass. :)
So, long story REALLY short.... Things are going good. I found a new band, and was with them for over 4 months. It was good, it was great, I had a blast. Then, someone opted to say some really not nice things, and claim it was a joke later. Really personal things. The kicker? They were given the opportunity (like, 5 of them) to SAY they were kidding, and they chose to ignore those opps. And I have no doubt that I have become the headcase, and the paranoid person for feeling this way. It hurt. Let's just leave it at that. It fucking hurt, still does hurt, and probably always will. But, I am eating again, so it's.... mostly getting better?
Work is going all right. Could always be worse, but things seem like they are happy. I am at not unhappy at work, and no longer feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Which is a very happy thing. I eat, I sleep, and am a hell of a lot more comfortable than I used to be. Bout fucking time, eh?
So, that's the short short story. And if I could figure out the cut, I would post more. Like, a lot more. An entire novel's worth, but, again, I don't really know how many people read this, or really give a rat's ass. :)