- Slept with/hit on/made-out with a close friend and therefore ruined the friendship.
- Slept with/hit on/made-out with someone when I knew it'd end in tragedy.
- Slept with/hit on/made-out with a guy who was 70% average, 20% hot accent and 10% lucky he bumped into a lady with such a strong accent fetish.
- Eaten to distract myself from pain.
- Been overly honest with someone I was in a relationship with and scared them the fuck away (yes, as in running far, far away into the nearest horizon).
- Been overly honest, let down my armor (given, I think mine is made of tin-foil anyway) and been severely, emotionally butt raped.
- Loved someone so much that I forgot to love myself.
- Cut people off in my life because I felt guilty for being such a huge drain on them when really I should have let them take care of themselves and at least respected them enough to let them make their own choice whether to be in my life or not.
- Talked about change and never had the balls to act on it.
- Written lists like this to distance myself from my own problems and therefore not actually positively participate in my life...
That turned out depressing. Perhaps because I just ate half a litre of Hokey-Pokey ice cream and sat here feeling pathetic for most of the night, except when I was doing one or more of the items on the list above.
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