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Monthly Archives: May 2013
Being Awesome. Rocking This Shit.
As I said, at the beginning of last week, I felt like I was walking through the desert. After the relapse and the crashing of hopes once more, the sky seemed dark, and without sun. On Tuesday and Wednesday I … Continue reading
Sometimes it’s okay. Sometimes it really sucks.
This is my walk through the desert now. For the last time I have been attracted by the fata morgana that I dreamed and hoped would provide me with the most wonderful delicious water and fruit and shade and happiness … Continue reading
Posted in Job, Life, Relationship
Tagged heartbroken, love sick, moving on
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Relapse.
This really screwed with me again. God. Just because that Saturday night was so beautiful, I totally fell back into thinking that “yes, there is a chance.” That I was still in the running. That this was far from over. … Continue reading
Posted in Job, Relationship
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Six hours.
I spent six hours with N last Saturday. And it was wonderful. It’s strange: on Wednesday evening, she still refused to have an after work drink with me, saying that it was “just not possible”. On Thursday, we found ourselves … Continue reading
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