Yeah. I was just venting. But...terrible as it may be, I needed to know who heard me. That was what I felt in the middle of the night, with all my goddamn emotion just throwing itself up onto paper. I had some bright idea to share it with everyone. It, even now, serves its purposes. So. selfish moment. And yeah...my point was in this journal that maybe I was whining about how I had to go out and search for it, and maybe I'm tired of the naysayer in the back of my mind telling me no one wants to hear it so just shut up. It takes a lot for me to even ask for help, and really, I've felt fucking isolated. And I have that damn retarded dichotomy that makes me feel like it doesn't count to ask for that help.
But...perhaps it's better to speak in person. Maybe consider this as an overly exaggerated "Liz needs help" sign. What kind of help is probably up to the doctor...?
See, now that's just insulting, really. Five to Six weeks with no love or support? Because it seemed like only a few nights I go I spent consecutively hanging out with you all night.
I've talked to you because you came to me for it. [thanks, btw] I'm sure there's more I can clarify, but I am tired and about to cry. Besides, much better explaining for anything is done two-way.
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So. selfish moment. And yeah...my point was in this journal that maybe I was whining about how I had to go out and search for it, and maybe I'm tired of the naysayer in the back of my mind telling me no one wants to hear it so just shut up. It takes a lot for me to even ask for help, and really, I've felt fucking isolated. And I have that damn retarded dichotomy that makes me feel like it doesn't count to ask for that help.
But...perhaps it's better to speak in person. Maybe consider this as an overly exaggerated "Liz needs help" sign. What kind of help is probably up to the doctor...?
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But sure. Your right. No bones for you.
-J
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But...no. I'll save it.
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