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Trigger warning: Yeah, I’m fucked up. I talk about wanting to die, and wanting to kill myself, and how terrible my life feels sometimes. You can go read something else if you don’t want to think those thoughts. I’m not the happy-go-lucky bachelor I was at the beginning of this blog. I should probably just …
After writing yesterday, I still couldn’t get the question out of my head. Should I be trying even if she doesn’t want me to? Should I do all those little things I think about doing constantly? Texting her when I’m thinking about her (which is constantly, so that would probably not be great)? At least …
In an effort not to lay in bed and wallow in self-loathing, I got on the rowing machine yesterday for 18 minutes. I pushed too hard, and my shoulders are paying for it this morning, but it was 18 minutes that I wasn’t in bed, and that’s progress. On that front, however, I only threw …
After I posted yesterday’s entry, I emailed my wife for permission to write about this on here, because writing has always helped me organize my thoughts. She replied this morning with “I don’t mind if you publish it… but at least tell the truth… I know you voice chatted with her.” Yup. I lied. A …
Before I dust off this blog, and start a new chapter in my life’s story, I want to make it very clear to the readers that I’m not the hero in this tale. I’m not the good guy in this story. Consider yourselves warned. Here there be monsters. A few hours ago, I got the …