@manaman 459922 wrote:
Its hard not to compromise when your unsure of yourself. But its not about hanging around mean people, they cant stand me, the extreme ones glare at you as soon as you walk into the place, if their in the corner so you dont see them, the animocity coming from them makes you snap your head towards them and they will be glaring at you and will try to turn everyone in the room against you, it used to make me angry, but their put downs would be so stupid they had’nt a hope of succeeding and would have to leave. if we were both alone and there was no speak, the feeling and glare from them would be the same and they’d leave almost straight away, Walking down the street or along a canal they would try to trip you up or barge you with their shoulder. The extreme ones are every 2-3 months, the others little fickers were just annoying but more abundent, but when your unsure of yourself it would really get you down. Tell me this wouldnt make you screem in dispair, what is wrong with me. The resentment that built up from this anger is what made me go into the woods, away from it all. Now i dont mind, it almost makes me smile in a sad way. But there’s no denying they really got to me, sometimes i used to breakdown and cry uncontrolably, which would make me feel much better afterwards, i’d have a spring in my step for awhile. The closest i got to suicide was in 95, but when i got the cliff it wasnt in me, thank god, i’ve had good times since, and women like me but i’ve always been shy.Catcha mother fuckin twenty two aye.
meh :flowers: glad you are still with us 🙂
