This late July, it will have been two years since my ex-boyfriend killed himself while I was in Ecuador, after I broke up with him over the phone. Instead of the details again, I will just remind you that he felt there was something wrong over the e-mails and phone calls, so I thought I could not lie to him until I got back home. So without knowing he was manic-depressive, I made the painful decision to break up with him over the phone. I found out about his suicide a few days after he killed himself, while I was still living in Ecuador. Then I had my emotional breakdown, and went through the long grieving process.
The past couple of years, I was always reminded of the pain I went through, when some occassional, cruel person calls me a coward and instead of listening to me about what really happened, he believes in the rumors -- that I just dumped him without any second thought, and that I was a coward, and so on.
Well, when I thought I was finally done getting such cruelty, I got another such reminder from another jerk who doesn't know sh*t about something that he was never involved in -- just today. This is in addition to already not feeling great about myself lately.
The past week or so, I have been feeling somewhat lonely and depressed.
This is in spite of the good, platonic friends that I hang out with, and whom I can rely on.
In spite of my excellent undergraduate accomplishments.
In spite of an internship and a good graduate school waiting for me this fall.
In spite of the good sex I have had with attractive guys the past year.
I guess it's because the past year, I have not been able to find someone whom I was interested in, who was interested in dating. Of course, there are a couple of guys interested in dating me that I'm not interested in, but I don't want to talk about them.
I am feeling lonely and depressed I guess, when I look back the past year, and realized I have not had any dates -- just tricks. I wanted to find someone the past year, but to no avail. It might be paranoia, but me thinks I haven't found someone here because of the local rumors. I don't know.
Maybe I will feel better later tonight after having spilled my guts to a friend, and on here.
The past couple of years, I was always reminded of the pain I went through, when some occassional, cruel person calls me a coward and instead of listening to me about what really happened, he believes in the rumors -- that I just dumped him without any second thought, and that I was a coward, and so on.
Well, when I thought I was finally done getting such cruelty, I got another such reminder from another jerk who doesn't know sh*t about something that he was never involved in -- just today. This is in addition to already not feeling great about myself lately.
The past week or so, I have been feeling somewhat lonely and depressed.
This is in spite of the good, platonic friends that I hang out with, and whom I can rely on.
In spite of my excellent undergraduate accomplishments.
In spite of an internship and a good graduate school waiting for me this fall.
In spite of the good sex I have had with attractive guys the past year.
I guess it's because the past year, I have not been able to find someone whom I was interested in, who was interested in dating. Of course, there are a couple of guys interested in dating me that I'm not interested in, but I don't want to talk about them.
I am feeling lonely and depressed I guess, when I look back the past year, and realized I have not had any dates -- just tricks. I wanted to find someone the past year, but to no avail. It might be paranoia, but me thinks I haven't found someone here because of the local rumors. I don't know.
Maybe I will feel better later tonight after having spilled my guts to a friend, and on here.
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