I know it's only been a few days since they've left, I can tell by the dates here, but I've already gotten worse.
I just feel so empty, knowing that somehow I lucked into the person of my dreams, then proceeded to screw up so badly that they want to leave. Because I know they do. They're just too nice to.
And I've discovered more alters. Which is just great.
there's me, the younger me, the opposite me, the country one who likes crabs, and the narrator. I've had some problems with them but I'm trying not to get too angry with them, because, according to Geel of the Kosmos system, 'communication is key.'
And to top everything off, I started something again that I promised myself I wouldn't. That I hadn't even thought about since June 1st, when I got my own person to care about.
it's quite pathetic, to be honest, but it feels too satisfying to stop. Though the fact that I have to physically restrain myself from seriously injuring myself scares me a little bit.
But I digress. I'm too much of a coward to stick a knife in my throat anyway.
One of my friends, I think, is suspicious of me. She doesn't push, but I'm pretty sure she knows something is up.
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A Vent Book
No FicciónTo clear my thoughts. Might be worth a read, some of my life might actually be good for a book/story and I'd like if someone manages to turn my problems into something others will enjoy. I decided to make this just because I need somewhere to vent a...
