I’ve been in such a weird space since I got dumped. I want to spend time with my friends, but when I am with people, I just want to be alone. I am constantly in my head, which has never been a good thing for me.
I don’t know.
I just want to get tattooed, so I can at least have something new and pretty on my body to look at.
I’ve been so angry at everything lately, and I know I’m miserable to be around. I guess that all I can say is that I’m grateful for my friends for putting up with my bullshit these past few weeks.
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I had a dream last night that bummed me out when I woke up. Then it came true about 15 minutes ago.
There’s this girl at work, and we’ve been flirting really heavily. Here’s an actual conversation that happened the other day:
Girl: *shoots me a smart-ass smirk*
Me: What do you want?!
Girl: Everything…
Me: What’s that supposed to mean?
Girl: You know what it means. *walks away*
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These thoughts just won’t go away. I can’t spend any time by myself or I become so angry, and so upset. I take everything said, and twist it in my own mind because I imagine the worst. I ended up walking home from work throwing parking signs into the street, and breaking them over bike racks. I punched a bunch of shit, spit on someone’s car, and tipped over some newspaper stands.
I hate feeling like this all the time.
I hate that she doesn’t love me back.
I hate that I can’t move past it.
I hate myself.
I feel sick to my stomach…
I want to jump from the top of my apartment building…
I want to channel all my sadness into getting tattooed.
