Apparently it's fun to make up my own problems, because it's all I've been doing lately. Well, first of all, I don't do well in relationships. I'm too much of a drama queen and I get "over-commited". Don't get me wrong, I never become obsessed, it is one of the most important things for me to trust my other and give them all the space they need. But while I'm convincing myself I am perfectly fine with them having that space, I feel like I don't need my own space. What it boils down to, if they don't mind sharing me with the rest of the world, I feel like they just don't care.
And if they don't care, I'm sad.
Sad, depressed, moping around, eating chocolate, watching "Queen of the Damned" for the millionth time trying to figure out what went wrong.
Btw, a random note, I'm so glad to be back to Diaryland, it's kind of trippy to do the same things I used to consider my ritual over and over again. Yeah...

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