A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
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.
Tuesday, 17 September 2019
Sleepless
For some reason his being the one that got to choose if we saw each other really hurt.
Just as I was going to sleep he texted saying he really did want to talk. At first I was, like, 'great, I will get some answers and closure' but then I noticed him wording and how he had specified it was because he wanted the talk and realised it is going to be theatre of him trying to convince me, and maybe also himself, that he wasn't a bad dude.
Actually, I am probably secondary to that too. I suspect it is all about convincing himself he is much closer to the person he has been playing than the person his actions reveal him to be.
I say this as someone who woke in a rage just after 4am (and barely four hours sleep), angry and how dishonest he has proven to be and how I won't be ale to believe anything he tells me anyway.
I could not get back to sleep, trying to was just leading to thinking. Which led to being so angry I was shaking. Though pretty much any emotion has me shaking recently so it might not have been the anger.
So now I have got up to read a PDF I was sent by the counsellor that I saw about how to sleep. Though it is basically just time to be up and accept another day of nowhere near enough sleep.
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