Angry and Alone

I’m so fucking angry that I feel like breaking everything in this damn house! Damn M for telling me when she did that I needed to move out, rather than listen to her psychiatrist and wait until my therapist is back! She was being so selfish. Now I’m alone here, looking after her dog (of

Protected: Running Away

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The End.

I guess I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming. But I didn’t believe that it would actually happen. As I mentioned in my previous post, Elizabeth and I broke up two weeks ago. She came over the Sunday evening and she asked me whether we could try starting over, and get back to

I Wasn’t Ready

Group starts up again tonight. I’ve been going back and forth on whether I’ll be going back since the evening I found out that I won’t be able to go from February onward. I’ve decided that I’ll go tonight, only because one of the ladies I’ve been speaking to regularly is going and would like

Impermanence

Last night I was deeply aware of the impermanence of life, and everything it represents. I was sitting with a sadness that can be described as bittersweet, instead of dark and heavy. The event that precipitated that mood and experience was what took place during group on Tuesday evening. It was the last meeting for

And So It Ends…

Jasmine and I are done. We had met up for coffee last Sunday. The first in months… Ever since Elizabeth and I started dating. I thought things had gone quite well. We were even talking about my plans for my birthday next year, with her telling me she’d be there. After the meet up I