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Wednesday, May 5th, 1999

This Time
Last Year
My life is so damn annoying right now.
I've been putting off telling you folks that David and I broke up. On April 23rd, just so you can get a frame of reference. I don't know what else to say about that here, except that it's made my job of reading/editing erotic poetry for Clean Sheets pretty damn painful.
Then, THEN a week after this happens, someone who I thought was a friend comes around and tells me that I've been annoying for oh, the past year or so and would I mind terribly just not really talking to zir until I get over this whole David thing. It seems this person always puts up a good front, but can't hack it anymore.

That's a very oversimplified version of what happened. In fact, it's probably a very skewed version of this, but then again, I'm not exactly at my most emotionally stable. I've got a lot of tensions and things to work out - with David and with work and just with life in general - and being attacked (kicked when I'm down) is not happy-making. I suspect that my anger over this whole incident is most likely blown out of proportion - fueled by my other insecurities in my life right now. But, still, I didn't need the humilation of realizing that I've been angering someone for the past year. I already am kicking myself over every little thing that I might have done wrong with David...I really don't need to be agonizing over every little thing I did to hurt this person as well. It certainly was never my intention. And this person always said something along the lines of, "I understand", not, "I can't handle this and this". This is not fair.

But then, my life ain't never been a bed of roses.
Argh. And I can't pretend I don't care about this person anymore. I was looking forward to being a better friend with zir (since I'll have more time without David) until this happened. This whole thing has been bothering me for DAYS. I can't sleep, eat or concentrate. Talking to zir made me feel worse...very small, as if I'd pissed off the Emperor. I don't know what to do even just to stop worrying so much about it.
Heh. Maybe this person is a real friend, and is simply trying to distract me from David pain. Well, David and I are still friends.
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