apparently, nobody cares about my psychological demise. i am here slowly decompensating, grieving the loss of my year-long textionship with dreamlover, and everyone is being happy go-jolly with their zoology partners, frolicking in ocean-side exotic locales. is exotic synonymous with ocean-side?
my aunt sent me a verizon phone...i don't think she got the memo that i switched carriers. oh wait. aunt just called. she was like, "i didn't send you a phone. open up the package." hahahahhaahah she wrapped a gift in the phone box with a check for money. wow i feel smart. glad i have that master's degree to make me feel special.
Friday, June 13
Thursday, June 12
.i was sexually molested today by a biker. He came by me on his bike and put his hand on my butt and wanted to dig into my butt crack. I wanted to kill him. This was 715am. Instead I reported it to the police..because I couldn't find him while driving in my car.. you know that bastard would have gotten run over.
Wednesday, June 11
my first California friend suggested that I write a book because I am funny. Hmm..all my friends in NC told me to write a book long time ago. Maybe I am funny. I have several years of material chronicled in this blog. Too bad I burned all my journals from 5th to the second year of grad school. That's a good 600 pages of raw, uninhibited, original material, most of which contains, "I LOVE..." and "I HATE...." I'm sure I can recall who I've loved and hated in the past 17 years.
Monday, June 9
Sunday, June 8
okay I think I'm almost over it. Maybe I am going through the stages of grief. I was in Denial. Now, Anger. Next is Bargaining, Depression, and then Acceptance. I feel like I already went through Depression and Bargaining. Depression during Thanksgiving and Christmas. Bargaining, which I have been doing since day 45 of this relationship. I want Acceptance next. Hmm..maybe right now I'm Bargaining, trying to argue that I already went through the stages and that I don't need to grieve anymore. Shit.
I HATE HIM SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. I hope i never see him again bc i would punch him in the face. and then he wouldn't do anything because he would keep being the nice guy. piece of shit. i hate him. AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ugh. what's the point in getting mad at him? ugh. piece of shit doucheshithole. hahaa
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