Day 3
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I feel OK, slightly week in a weird way, lonely as ever, with no social outlet as ever. I had a dream last night I was serving people these gigantic mugs of black beer. I wish I could just have a nice interaction with someone where there isn't this voice in the back of my head telling me that I am unwanted and extra. The sensation is so ever apparent. I say too much. Or else I don't do it right. Whatever I do is off.
It took me a while to learn to read people again - I'd drunk for so long I'd convinced myself I was a really bad people reader, but in fact I found that wasn't the case.
I'd give it a little time DavaiDavai
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I'd give it a little time DavaiDavai
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