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.
Saturday, 9 November 2019
Menapause?
It started up again mid-morning and the timing made me realise it is very much Shitlord focused.
Yet another weird physiological response to the hurt I keep letting him cause me.
The frequent crying is bad enough.
And the chest pain of anxiety attacks.
Now disgusting thermoregulation malfunctions.
Explaining why his message was not okay on here, and the much shorter simpler version I sent him, seems to have just hurt me.
For some reason the lies he told after we broke up are somehow more disappointing than the ones has had spent years telling me.
Why keep lying to me afterwards? It just makes no sense to me, but hurts.
[Edit]
Talking about it must have given it more power, now wrapped in a blanket with my arms and legs feeling like I am freezing and my face being so hot it almost feels like it burns.
Feeling this physical awful from what I am pretty sure is mental stuff is just adding to my deep disappointment about still being alive.
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