Just read my last post, don't know if what I felt (feel) is so-called real love, but I have realised that just admitting to myself how I feel makes it easier to let it go. Such a contradiction and strange, but I can let go now, finally.
And not handling stress at work all that well. Not handling people all that well. Not even handling myself all that greatly. But hey, I'm still here, no suicides or attempts as of yet.
I am just tired tired tired and going to try to go to sleep now. Whoopee, it means I wake up at 12, 2 and 4, and then even more tired.
hmmm, think I need a serious all night party with litres of booze and all the nice things that go along with it....
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