Ma thinks I’m indulging myself too much by not sleeping on time like I had started to a while back. A good routine, exercise, sensible behaviour…
If I were to indulge myself, my hand would be in 15 pieces. That’s how badly I want to cut myself.
I’m doing my best to control myself. I’m dealing with R moving on, with loneliness, with company being on hold and financially being dependant on R…
I had a plan. Eyes on the prize. Atleast for 2 years. But he looks so happy. So relaxed despite the stress at work. This relationship is doing him good.
I’m too much to deal with. The unpredictability, the stress, the intensity of emotions… I know. But what do I do?
His hair is becoming thicker. For fuck’s sake!! How does that even happen. K is leaving for Germany. I’m happy for him… He’ll get to be with the wife. But I’m back to being friendless. Nish is too busy to even answer calls or respond to msgs. Only mine. She and Ri seem to have hit it off really well. So well…
Book did well. So that’s there. Happy about that. I think. I don’t know anymore.
Am I indulging myself? I’m so lost. I want to cut so badly. I want the pain to reduce. I really can’t handle this. I’m so so tired.