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.






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Tuesday, 4 February 2020

I am a bad person. Which is the opposite of the affirmation I am supposed to be saying (I'm a good space-octopus).

One of the guys in therapy group, the only person there that I don’t find annoying, reached out a hand of friendship. Which, on reflex, I metaphorically slapped away.
I am bad at group therapy and bad at being a human.

Also, I picked a very bad day to reject a ride home.  It is VERY wet.

I got very soaked through, navigating the insane Elton John related crowds in town as I worked my way home.  The city just had SO many older people being jerks.
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