NO NAME.......NO ONE
I CANNOT cope tonight. A lot has happened in the last few hours and I cannot cope anymore. I dont know what im supposed to do.
Counselling has been suggested I dont know how many times but i keep adamant that its not for me.
I dont want to sit pouring my heart out to some randomer, but then i suppose thats what im doing here.
I want to scream.
In the words of Emeli Sande "I want to scream, I want to shout, I want to scream till the words dry out!!!!!"
Reality check, i am not me anymore. I am a shadow of misery with a mask of fun on. I dont even feel like fun. I wallow and despise, I despair, I am selfish, I am desperate.
I am a sad shadow, an epic torture of combined proportions.
I have so much I want to say but, although the internet is not the appropriate place to do it, i feel like i have lost my people skills that enable me to say it in person to the people i want to.
We all grieve in different ways and my way of grieving is not acceptable to some people.
What do i do???
Where do i go? How do i move on when i dont want to.
IM getting told im not appropriate but then im invited places that are solely meant for grieving. Is my confusion justified.
I dont want to go anywhere or do anything.
All i want to do is sit here.
How long does it go on for?? I dont want to be cryptic and im sorry for all the question marks on here but I feel like i am a big fucking question mark
NO ONE GETS IT!!!!!!!
THis blog outpouring is bringing to the surface of my what should be buried. It s not buried. It never will be.
I feel like a lumbering idiot, a charity case, always in the way,
Its the way i have always felt although its not always obvious.
I am going off my trolley, I actually feel like im turning into a hysterical mess and to be honest, i wouldnt want to be around me either.
I dont want to be spending time with myself.
If i saw me right now i would slap the face.
The conversation i have just had is sending me in to a spiral. This person does not get me and i dont get her, we dont understand each others way of greiving and if it was any other situation we would be parting ways but i dont want to
ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH fuck fuck fuck
its like the ranting of an insane person.
fuck it im away to drink the lambrini thats been stashed in the fridge
Counselling has been suggested I dont know how many times but i keep adamant that its not for me.
I dont want to sit pouring my heart out to some randomer, but then i suppose thats what im doing here.
I want to scream.
In the words of Emeli Sande "I want to scream, I want to shout, I want to scream till the words dry out!!!!!"
Reality check, i am not me anymore. I am a shadow of misery with a mask of fun on. I dont even feel like fun. I wallow and despise, I despair, I am selfish, I am desperate.
I am a sad shadow, an epic torture of combined proportions.
I have so much I want to say but, although the internet is not the appropriate place to do it, i feel like i have lost my people skills that enable me to say it in person to the people i want to.
We all grieve in different ways and my way of grieving is not acceptable to some people.
What do i do???
Where do i go? How do i move on when i dont want to.
IM getting told im not appropriate but then im invited places that are solely meant for grieving. Is my confusion justified.
I dont want to go anywhere or do anything.
All i want to do is sit here.
How long does it go on for?? I dont want to be cryptic and im sorry for all the question marks on here but I feel like i am a big fucking question mark
NO ONE GETS IT!!!!!!!
THis blog outpouring is bringing to the surface of my what should be buried. It s not buried. It never will be.
I feel like a lumbering idiot, a charity case, always in the way,
Its the way i have always felt although its not always obvious.
I am going off my trolley, I actually feel like im turning into a hysterical mess and to be honest, i wouldnt want to be around me either.
I dont want to be spending time with myself.
If i saw me right now i would slap the face.
The conversation i have just had is sending me in to a spiral. This person does not get me and i dont get her, we dont understand each others way of greiving and if it was any other situation we would be parting ways but i dont want to
ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH fuck fuck fuck
its like the ranting of an insane person.
fuck it im away to drink the lambrini thats been stashed in the fridge
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