Seems the previous entry (well, mostly the updating it) bumped me into being a bit crazy. I texted he who I should not have. I cried a lot about the new stuff in my house even though nothing about it is a big deal except that i need to find a better way to sort my house. I probably also need help cleaning as my health, both physical and mental, has got my cleaning so far behind that my home is becoming pretty harmful for me. And I worked myself into the state I spent Tuesday night in where I am shivering and unreasonably cold. Because feeling more physically sick from stress is super helpful.
Am also having an attack of wishing I had replied to the Facebook post that set this thing off. If I am going to find out through a post that all the Semi-Imaginary One's friends can also see, part of me feels I should have called that out to all the same people. Exactly as publicly. And also warning the new one that he'd not ended things with the old.
But I am just not that much of a confrontational arse - even when I, maybe, should be.
Woot, my dad just dropped by and is rescuing me from my own company.
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