I'm standing at the crossroads of skepticism and curiosity, fully aware of the so-called wonders of journaling, yet I'm not entirely sold on the idea. It's like being told to eat your veggies as a kid – you know they're good for you, but you'd rather have ice cream. Now, I'm about to embark on this journey, a sort of expedition into the wilds of my own mind, as I grapple with the ever-twisting, turning paths of borderline personality disorder.
Sunday, August 28, 2022
When
All right blog when does the pain get to end? Why have I lost the courage to do what I got to do. I cry everyday. I'm so f****** heart broke that it's almost unbearable. Not too long ago I met a woman when I wasn't looking for one. And she made me feel alive. And yes I feel madly in love with her. But like they say all good things must come to an end. My son from my ex-wife decided to message her on Facebook one day I told her I was up there cheating on her and doing drugs when I wasn't. He got her all pissed off and to get even with me they decided to trade nudes. I guess I'm just f****** destined to be alone. I guess there's some small piece of Hope in my head somewhere that things will change. But I know down deep inside that it never will. Life is what it is now.
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