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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Friday, 11 January 2019

Why

I am super drunk.

Because normal human people totally get wobbly and shitfaced off of two half pints of fancy beer.  Okay, one of them was a saison and the other was a stout.
Walking home should not have been so hard.

And now I am text ranting at too many people.

I keep refering to the semi-imaginary one as "my soon to be ex".

Every time I explain anything about why things are not currently good between us, it becomes far too clear that things have never been good.  At least not in the past four years (the few months before that when we had just met were sort of okay, but only if I am being generous).

Why did I fall for someone who has shown such constant disregard for my existence?

Am I that broken?

Well, obviously I am.


FML

Holding shift at the right time is hard, as is hitting i and not o when I want an i.  So much proofing before even I can tell what I was trying to say.

For now, I give up.

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