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Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Balls

So I can eat again, but I still can’t really sleep.
Which is very irksome.

Much being kept awake wondering how much I got played,  how much it is still lies, and if he is actually a psychopath or pathological narcissist as one of my friends was somewhat convincingly arguing.

Hopefully the night of stressing hasn’t back pedalled the being able to eat thing.


Oh, checking my morning messages I see an unrelated friend has also responded to my description of ‘the talk’ by warning it sounds like I found a textbook narcissist.
Am I describing how it went in a poor fashion, or is that a thing I really need to be legitimately worrying about.

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