Life, don't talk to me about life...

[tencrush]

I wrote an extremely long post yesterday about my life, and how I felt a lot of things had changed for the better over the past month or two. I feel like everyone's happier and I have more energy to deal with things, and I'm finally starting to tackle stuff I've been too lethargic to deal with. I'm more content in my life and my skin and my relationship than I have been in a long time.

A conversation last night convinced me that none of the above is true, so I won't be posting it. It was too long anyway.

Comments

[off_coloratura]

One conversation changed all that so fast? Are you ok?

[tencrush]

I thought I'd changed a bit for the better, and I still think I have, but apparently not noticeably so. If that makes any sense at all.

[off_coloratura]

Oh GOD, do I know that situation. So, so well. It's so frustrating.

That sucks. Hang in there.

[tencrush]

Do you? Oh good, I thought I'd gone mental. I don't understand how I managed to read things so wrong, I really felt like things were fine and heading towards hunky-dory, when they weren't. I'm suddenly being confronted with all this hatred and contempt, I feel like I've been kicked in the cunt. It fucking hurts.

Thank you. I'll live.

[off_coloratura]

Yeah, I've been in circumstances where I've agreed to try to improve the way I've been doing something, thought I was making good progress, and suddenly get hit with the sledgehammer. I haven't just not improved, I've fucked things up almost to the point of no return, and everything I felt was good about myself was lazy, useless and selfish.

I have a feeling different communication styles were a problem in my case. But yeah, kicked in the cunt, absolutely.

Men, eh?

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*hugs*

[tencrush]

:( Thanks.