― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 06:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 06:46 (twenty-one years ago)
Less talk of the sadness, more talk of the sexing.
Luna, I think you're the shizzle, fo nizzle, and I'd have my wizzle wit yizzle all nizzle, ya dizzle?
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 06:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 06:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:01 (twenty-one years ago)
Seems like Luna's posts are writing the story of my life right now.
I guess I'm just being crabby. I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm lonely and I'm so sick and tired of being lonely. If Adolf Hitler can have a girlfriend, why can;t I find someone to love me?
This feels so OTM it hurts. Except not so extreme, more like I look round my friends and colleagues and even random strangers and feel like "crikey, if they can find someone to put up with them, why can't I?" only that just makes me more depressed and lonely.
I still keep having random crying jags nearly every morning, it seems like lately. And I still have bursts of anger at my ex for dumping me so horribly. But then I try to remind myself that I was lonely and miserable a lot of the time even when I was *with* him.
Less talk of sadness, more talk of sexing... sigh. I try to write horny wank porn, and halfway through it stops being about the horny porn and starts being about sweet and tender moments like sitting eating breakfast in caffs and tender moments in the bathtub washing his hair and long, urgent conversations about random stuffs.
I don't miss having a boyfriend, I miss having a best friend. :-(
― Danger Whore (kate), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Danger Whore (kate), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:09 (twenty-one years ago)
hi dere
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:12 (twenty-one years ago)
(And Andrew, I would so take you up on that right now...)
Too bad we're separated by a few thousand kilometres of ocean. :-(
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:13 (twenty-one years ago)
I totally relate to this, Kate. One of my friends who, to my knowledge, has never really dated anyone, has begun a relationship, and while I'm certainly happy for the said friend, I can't stop thinking, "Why not me too?".
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:22 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:22 (twenty-one years ago)
M I S S I O N A C C O M P L I S H E D
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:24 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:28 (twenty-one years ago)
Although I'm quite clean, generally - sorry Kate.
― Andrew (enneff), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:36 (twenty-one years ago)
Sorry, Andrew, but I *don't* prefer myself when I'm being brutally honest. I actually find it more depressing to contemplate the exact dimensions of the hole that I've dug for myself.
Obsessing about dronerock boys is like some kind of drug that makes me feel temporarily better about myself, my life, my emotions or lack thereof, a temporary kick, but then again, those are the best ones? It's better than turning to smack, isn't it?
I hate myself even more when I drone on endlessly about my problems and my loneliness. There are some people on this board that do this to a fault, and it makes me sick to my stomach that I could be doing something like that. I want to kick myself in the teeth and scream "JUST GET OVER IT ALREADY!" I'd rather concentrate on being happy and fun and hold onto whatever makes me feel that way.
Besides, when I'm banging on about DDB's and people say "Stop it you cunt" it doesn't hurt because that's not really who I am. When I'm banging on about my depression/loneliness and people say "Stop it you cunt" then that feels like being kicked in a very soft and tender part of my stomach and that really hurts.
Sorry, I should be talking about sexing, but I'm not. :-(
― Danger Whore (kate), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:41 (twenty-one years ago)
I often feel like talking about it prevents me from getting over it.
But then not talking about it makes it become an obsession or a thoughtworm, which is next to impossible to get over.
You're right. You get over it when you get over it.
You're so OTM on this thread, I wish I could give *you* a hug!
― Danger Whore (kate), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― gem (trisk), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:47 (twenty-one years ago)
It's at the point where a note scribbled on the back of some forwarded mail (how freaking tacky is that? If you've got something to say to me, say it, you f*cking passive aggressive cunt) can send me spiralling into anger and depression for days.
― Danger Whore (kate), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― jed_ (jed), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:49 (twenty-one years ago)
Me!
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 18 October 2004 07:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Lifted, or, the story is 'neath my ass (kenan), Monday, 18 October 2004 08:00 (twenty-one years ago)