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Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Stupidity

I am not sure what happened to my morning after giving up and submitting my assignment without editing.  Suddenly, I was running late for class.

I got there in time.  And remember almost noting of the class.  My brain is just not braining today.

I also texted Shitlord.  Rather a lot.  A lot a lot.  Because I am a giant moron.
He sent back vague apologies and by saying everything was his fault.
But he sensibly avoids any answers to things that might be disprovable, or anything that would actually inform me about what actually happened in any way.
I want to believe that he is trying to spare my feelings - as much as that is far too late.  But the nagging thought is just that he wants to keep me vaguely compliant and not informed enough to know if I am being gamed again.

Midget took me out to a cafe this afternoon.  I vented a lot and she encouraged me to delete Shitlord from my phone and sever all contact.  I probably should, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

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