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logansrogue) wrote2009-02-20 02:01 pm
logansrogue) wrote2009-02-20 02:01 pm
Day 2, 3? Of break down?
Improvement. This is a good thing. Before, I couldn't make sense of anything. Today, I have the feelings and I have my thoughts, which are clearly defined in my head. I'm hurting but I feel like I'm heading towards a sort of turning point.
I jokingly put down on the family shopping list "Hugh Jackman". Mum got me a movie magazine with Wolverine on the cover. I started crying, but at least it was happy crying. My Mum is the best Mum ever.
Am planning the zoo tomorrow. Is anyone wanting to go with me?
Was talking to some random poetry-loving guy on OKCupid, and stopped emailing him for a couple of weeks. He emailed me and asked me what was wrong. So I told him. I told him that I had been assaulted last May and that I was having issues associated with that. So he said, (sandwiched between "This isn't a "It's not you, it's me" message" and a bunch of good advice on seeking mental health and that no, there isn't anything wrong with me), "So long! Seeya later!" tacked on the end. Not quite those words, but that was essentially it. It was kind of hilarious actually, I'm like, "Wow, that got rid of him! Now I know what to say when some creep is shitting me out."
Now my disk drive isn't working. With ALL my art on it. ALL my writing. ALL MY FONTS AND EVERYTHING. But I'm strangely philisophical about it.
I jokingly put down on the family shopping list "Hugh Jackman". Mum got me a movie magazine with Wolverine on the cover. I started crying, but at least it was happy crying. My Mum is the best Mum ever.
Am planning the zoo tomorrow. Is anyone wanting to go with me?
Was talking to some random poetry-loving guy on OKCupid, and stopped emailing him for a couple of weeks. He emailed me and asked me what was wrong. So I told him. I told him that I had been assaulted last May and that I was having issues associated with that. So he said, (sandwiched between "This isn't a "It's not you, it's me" message" and a bunch of good advice on seeking mental health and that no, there isn't anything wrong with me), "So long! Seeya later!" tacked on the end. Not quite those words, but that was essentially it. It was kind of hilarious actually, I'm like, "Wow, that got rid of him! Now I know what to say when some creep is shitting me out."
Now my disk drive isn't working. With ALL my art on it. ALL my writing. ALL MY FONTS AND EVERYTHING. But I'm strangely philisophical about it.
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