Unless you count a few unpleasant comments on the blog, yesterday was a fairly normal day.
The weather was nice. No paranoid feelings, no nausea, not even a cough.
I didn't do a lot either. I just walked and thought.
I don't pity myself...and as wonderful as a freak comet hurtling downwards and crushing me would feel, I'm not going to sit here and talk about how much I want to die. If I went and died how pathetic would that be?
I'm going to live with my sins. I hope that's clear.
I can't keep pretending that I'm still the gutless waitress I was three months ago.
And I'm never going back to that train wreck of a person I've been as of late.
I should find a way to balance my scales.
For now I think it's best if I go away for a while, get my head straight.
Not sure about where I'm headed, but does it honestly matter?
Not sure when I'll be back either.
Anne, I can't be around you right now and it's not for my own good. I shouldn't have left in the first place. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
And typing it doesn't do any good.
Keep yourself safe.
- Opal
Why do you hate me? I've never done you any harm. In fact, I've tried to help. Your problem is that you're selfish.
ReplyDeleteI thought you said that you wouldn't bother me here unless I bothered you on your blog.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't need you telling me what I am and what I'm not and acting like you know so much, because you don't.
Yes, but then you kept commenting after that (though you haven't in a while). But if you want me to stop, I will.
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