Ok, so I deleted this and pasted it back about 3 times before I decided to post it, the rum hasn't quite worn off yet, so the booze won.
Or more to the point the fact that I can only admit to some things while drunk, or that I can't admit to them when I'm not, not quite sure which. Now to admit to some so that tomorrow, or more precisely later today I can look at them and go "Why did I say that?"
Ok, here goes, bare with me.
That I should have told my best friend that I have feelings for her long before now, even if it is too late now considering that she has a boyfriend and that I probably shouldn't have agreed to move to Canada with her later this year.
That I keep showing this happy well adjusted side to everyone even though my depression is getting worse all the time, which is ironic given I'm qualified in "communication and counselling" and did one of my major assignments on dealing with and treating depression.
That if my life is still like this by the time I'm 30 I don't intend to live until I'm 31, that I honestly don't see the point in extending a life that is nothing but dissapointment and loneliness for another 30+ years after that.
That when this bottle of rum (that I drank alone and will now hide from my parent) has worn off I'll go back to my "normal" life because I don't want to burden my mother with this and apart fomr her I really doubt anyone of my friends would really give a shit about how I feel.
Honestly I just needed to get thie out, thanks to the anonymity of the internet I can do it without having to actually make myself vunerable to anyone I have to face in my life.
Or more to the point the fact that I can only admit to some things while drunk, or that I can't admit to them when I'm not, not quite sure which. Now to admit to some so that tomorrow, or more precisely later today I can look at them and go "Why did I say that?"
Ok, here goes, bare with me.
That I should have told my best friend that I have feelings for her long before now, even if it is too late now considering that she has a boyfriend and that I probably shouldn't have agreed to move to Canada with her later this year.
That I keep showing this happy well adjusted side to everyone even though my depression is getting worse all the time, which is ironic given I'm qualified in "communication and counselling" and did one of my major assignments on dealing with and treating depression.
That if my life is still like this by the time I'm 30 I don't intend to live until I'm 31, that I honestly don't see the point in extending a life that is nothing but dissapointment and loneliness for another 30+ years after that.
That when this bottle of rum (that I drank alone and will now hide from my parent) has worn off I'll go back to my "normal" life because I don't want to burden my mother with this and apart fomr her I really doubt anyone of my friends would really give a shit about how I feel.
Honestly I just needed to get thie out, thanks to the anonymity of the internet I can do it without having to actually make myself vunerable to anyone I have to face in my life.
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