My dates with Ash seem to be totally fucked. The first one was cancelled because the groundskeeper at her children’s school died in the staff room, and now this one, she came up and we sent the whole time in shock watching the earthquake in Christchurch. It’s bad, it’s horrific to watch. I’m high in anxiety, guilt and shame. I’m… (more…)
I just came back from a date. Well, a sort of date, it was the first meeting coffee thing you do when you meet someone online. I wasn’t sure how it would go, she seemed a little, clingy when we talked online. But I found myself really enjoying her company, she was interesting and funny and we talked for two… (more…)
A big part of me doesn’t really get what was so bad about what my mother said, why we reacted so intensely to it. I don’t think we’ve ever really considered the possibility that our mother loved us, we knew she didn’t, that she wouldn’t. We might have hoped that one day she would, or more likely one day we’d… (more…)
I managed to lose a week. Last thing I remember was talking to my mother on the phone. It was an ok phone call, not too stressful or anything. I was talking to her about the hard cinnamon bars I found in the dairy down in the Octagon since we both love them. It was all a big joke really,… (more…)
So today was one of those really crapped out days, that actually was productive. I haven’t really left the house in two months. I’ve gone to the supermarket a couple of times, but that’s basically been it. So I had to go down to the University today and I have been freaking out about it all week. So much so,… (more…)
So I got fed up. I don’t mind playing around, jokingly flirting with a friend. I don’t really get all mushy and I try really hard not to get into the corny/cheesy range. But I finally got to the point with Holly when I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I don’t believe she’s serious, but all those dropping hints, saying… (more…)