"Your blog has lost it's luster. You no longer write of things that interest me. Just the same old stuff. You talking about your twisted relationship with your current and your self loathing about the one who never existed. You allowed yourself both evils and still allow them both to haunt you. You made your decisions, the first to believe someone you never met, the next to allow someone you don't know live with you and fuck you. Get over yourself and start thinking like you used to at the beginning of the blog, when it was still bearable."
'Bearable'? As in 'tolerable'? Or is it more than that? Why would you read something you only once found 'bearable' and is no longer so?
*shrug* This is my life. So maybe it is no longer 'bearable'. Maybe, dear friend, it's that way to both of us.
Care to help me out of it?
Laters