Well, this morning started out not as planned. I got my usual goodbye and went back to sleep for a little bit. Only to then when I wake up I gander at my phone and catch up on missed messages. I was hit with some messages I didn’t want to have to deal with prior to work. Yes, they made me cry, brought back the reality of hurt and I knew this would come soon if not being told I would have made the decision bc the weather is nice. I need to collect my stuff and leave Bills life. It’s not an easy thing but he’s correct. He was gracious enough to wait this long. I feel the connection we had and think about it and we were good when the times were going well. But then it all fell and I remember the reason I needed to leave. This time was just a follow thru unlike the other two. The first was the ultimatum I would have ended it, the second was over more lies. well, the third time came and I was pissed and depressed and very unhappy to the point of just not fucking caring anymore. Was I perfect in any of this? NO, not at all. But when you have to go thru two times of being asked to not break up you would think they would get a hint of changes. No that’s not how that works. I probably should have used my words better. But so should you. I am struggling to get thru life on a regular basis but I at least am feeling better where I am currently I have the love of someone new, and that alone is a learning curve and struggle to figure how a new person works and operates. Unfortunately, with this new turn in life, I do feel I have lost a lot of connections that were once there. People who I would talk to at least on a weekly basis are even distant. I didn’t think it would be that difficult but I don’t blame any of them. Just sucky I feel like I’m slowly closing up again. Not being social, not being able to talk to people, not wanting to even go an do stuff anymore. Everything is slowly becoming too much and I’m slowly reverting I think. I know this is all my fault, and mine alone. But its just annoying, and don’t get me started on work, that’s a whole other stress and irritation in its self. I just easily tire of life and wonder why I can’t enjoy it as much as others seem to. Am I doing it wrong? In my eyes somehow I am.
The days drag on one by one more and more useless and unfortunate as the next. Little excitement here and there. It’s days like today I wonder what I’m even good for. What have I accomplished in life. What is the point of seeing tomrrow. Work was shit today and I absolutely hated it. Consider the idea maybe I should get a different job maybe I am to useless for my position at work. And then I go on because tomrrow is a new day.