Dear Public Private Diary,
I must ramble....
I think most everyone knows that I'm bi. If you hadn't figured it out by now then you either need a brain transplant or are blind. My family knows, my friends know and the only person who ever was mean about it was my ex husband. He called me a faggot because I like girls and wanted to bring women in on some fun times between the two of us.....not that he was much fun to begin with, but I digress. I like girls. I love girls. I want a girlfriend (Not to replace Sicrik, just in addition to, lol). I don't have one.
I always fear rejection when it comes to women, never men....not sure why that is. Maybe because women are always so hard on each other. We are always competitive, nit picking each other to pieces about the stupidest shit. Why the hell do we do that? I don't know where I'm going with this....I'm just going, lol.
I have issues, I think. Sometimes, I don't like who I am, I don't like what I do or what I think. Above all I am scared of Karma. I am so afraid someone will do to me what I have done to others. I have wronged so many people in my life: people I love, people I once loved, my children, my parents, friends....I wasn't a good person. In fact I was the worst person I knew. I didn't care for a long time if I hurt someone. It didn't matter. I needed what I needed, got what I wanted and to hell with everyone else. I've got some fucked up stories, I'll tell you that much. I was, and at times still think I am, a horrible person. I don't believe I deserve anything...so that makes me try and push people away at times and at others, damn near smother them. I have done things just to make people hate me, to make them understand that how I feel about myself is how they should feel too....and then I get upset because they didn't love me enough to get past ME.
Since losing my job last November, I have become someone I hate. I don't have a job, I don't have any money, I am needy, and somewhat co-dependent, lol. I know Sicrik is getting extremely annoyed with me being out of work, and I hate that too. I need to know that I am loved and wanted, I want passion and that "Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." I'm not in anyway saying that I don't have that....just that I suck at life and feel that way sometimes...and if I'm not told often, I must ask. See why I bother myself so much lately?
Does anyone else have these issues? Or am I just as weird as I think, lol.
I suck.