#anger

I think I'm still carrying the hurt from everything we went through last year. Eventually the hurt manifested in anger, irritation, the confusion of realising that all the things that I'm mad about today and yesterday are all symbolic of the same old issue that was never properly resolved. I wond...

How many cliche’s do we have that describe the times of troubles? Light at the end of the tunnel, darkest before dawn…I’m sick of cliches. Do they really even help or are we just trying to fool ourselves into holding on a bit longer? Whatever we need to tell ourselves to keep pressing forward I&h...

My therapist said I should start journaling, so here I am. It feels like Covid really fucked everything up, but maybe it was just a catalyst for the inevitable. We started off so happy, but now neither one of us can say anything. How did we get to this place, how did we become what…

We've already established that my roomie is an ancient evil entity that crawled out of some toilet out in the desert.. I dunno, I tried to sound raunchy. Finally, other people in her life are catching on. I no longer feel like I am pointing to something that other people do not see. My bf…

I’ve told myself a hundred times that I would never write these things down. The ugly things I feel when disappointment settles upon me in waves. A dismissive grunt here, a passing comment on the greater importance of your existence in comparison to mine. That your income is more important to our...

Okay, yes, the cheater is totally wrong.  Cheating is a despicable, repulsive, selfish and deplorable act.  Especially if the cheater is in a relationship with someone he leads his to believe is serious, true and meant to be. What about the other person?  The “mistress” … the person who actively ...

Letting go of... Everything that happend this year i just constantly felt empty and angry some days when i just wanted to feel something i would hurt myself because if i wasn’t hurting myself i was hurting everyone around me. And if i wasn’t feeling angry i was feeling so sad most days i would&he...

This post, the previous post and the one following are pulled from met very first posts on this platform.  I am posting them here as a reset and also a welcome mat to all who care to read.  I don't intend to rehash all these things in detail but at least it is an intro…

Fuck you. I swore to myself that would never be something I would say to you with any serious meaning behind it, and I guess since you'll never read this, I've kept my promise.  But seriously, fuck you.  How could you do this to me?  To our families?  How could you string me along for…

As each day goes by, I guess it gets a bit easier. The thing that hurts the most is the thought of him with the girl. How he can move on so easily after ten years. Everything has always been so easy for him because his parents enable him. He never *really* needed to worry…