I recall a reading a "story" online and thinking oh my that's fucked up. And here we are.
I now know.
Closure
Friday, March 12, 2021
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
What it is, it never was
Pretty stupid of me to engage with people who pretended to be friends, who's intentions have been to steal ideas from me and lie to me about who they are.
I've been through a rabbit hole without a care from them. Nothing good comes from these connections for my life, just theirs.
Too many years vested.
He was right. Leave.
They are toxic.
Friday, January 24, 2020
What I didn't do or did do
It was all some sort of process, an initiation of some sort of who to keep around for positive attention/publicity and who to keep far away in the background.
As time went on, photos of people posted like it was an audition by appearance. Those who were accepted remain in the forefront.
As time went on, photos of people posted like it was an audition by appearance. Those who were accepted remain in the forefront.
Not fitting in anywhere, I rebelled at times.
The experiences I went through were probably not the same for the others. Not everyone was treated the same for whatever reasons. My trust in people has been broken from that experience. I don't care to develop any friendships with certain people due to what I went through. I'm sure some are good people, but based on what did happen, I can't allow that to happen again. Still can't fathom why anyone would put another human through such hell. Yes, it will always remain in memory and keeps me distant from people. I was told I can't share information, but others can.
So, I keep it to myself. It's nobody's business to know apparently. The minute I even begin to feel or mention anything from that experience people ignore me and disappear as if they don't want to hear about it.
They allow you to exist in with what fits their narrative. Apparently my narrative doesn't exist to them. So why do they want me around still? I don't understand.
The experiences I went through were probably not the same for the others. Not everyone was treated the same for whatever reasons. My trust in people has been broken from that experience. I don't care to develop any friendships with certain people due to what I went through. I'm sure some are good people, but based on what did happen, I can't allow that to happen again. Still can't fathom why anyone would put another human through such hell. Yes, it will always remain in memory and keeps me distant from people. I was told I can't share information, but others can.
So, I keep it to myself. It's nobody's business to know apparently. The minute I even begin to feel or mention anything from that experience people ignore me and disappear as if they don't want to hear about it.
They allow you to exist in with what fits their narrative. Apparently my narrative doesn't exist to them. So why do they want me around still? I don't understand.
Vested time is showing me that it means nothing if you aren't publicly kissing ass somehow.
Saturday, February 2, 2019
2018....into 2019
Happy to be
Happy alone
Happy to love
The added happiness he brings
Good vibes
Great times
Happy alone
Happy to love
The added happiness he brings
Good vibes
Great times
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