In reply to Sky.
As I am not welcome in her home any longer I have the difficulty of getting somewhere to stay, after traveling alone to london. It’s all fraught with complications and things can go wrong very very easily. I do however have somewhere to stay until Monday. A friend has come to my aid.
I would seem to now be a bad person, having been an amazing one only yesterday.
Ashley is a recovering/ recovered drug addict. I know they see the world differently to other people.
Discussions aren’t easy. All modes of conversation are labelled by those that have been in therapy.
Therefore I am apparently-
Playing the victim
Being passive aggressive
Being on my pity pot
Playing the disabled card
Being selectively forgetful in my memory
Apparently I think I’m a saint and everyone else is to blame for everything.
There are a lot of other things that I apparently do too but I can’t remember them all.
Im sure this is great ammunition for anyone who needs justification not to like me, but hey, I’m happy to talk about it, as I do about everything else, in this diary.
Ive learned another lesson.
It’s back to the drawing board and finding a girl.
At least I now have this list of faults that I can hand over.
I might prepare a leaflet so I can hand it over to potential dates.
It’s very sobering to realise I’m as bad as all that, but I guess it must be true, right?
Im sure thé action of writing this will merit another unpleasant label from my former lover, and I’ll tell you what it is once I know.