08.26.2013

My brain–

yes, it is damaged.

I think I would be better off somewhere (like a mental institution) I cannot hurt someone or hurt myself emotionally.

Not insane–

no, I’m just misunderstood.

I think because I was fine in the beginning, it is believed that I now PURPOSELY hurt people.

I love–

yes, that is why I react violently.

I think that I say things I do not mean because  I use my words as a my weapon – I always feel as if I am not being heard.

I have pushed her away, AGAIN–

no, I have not done it consciously.

I think she believes that it is now my easy excuse, she refuses to accept that I am not who I was.

I have pushed him away, for the first (and last) time.

yes, he thought I was innocent.

I think he thought was ready for more with me.

Why will no one accept that I am brain damaged? My emotions are not controllable by just me. I need other people to realize that the actions/reactions I have are able to be dealt with—it just takes patience; then they are seemingly controlled, because of the way I am “handled.”

I AM worth it…I am hurting and angry words/actions happen when I am in pain.

Maybe I should beg him to take me back…and be unhappy where “r’s” are pretty much nonexistent; instead of keeping her so pissed because I’m here and give the REAL man relief.

Things ALWAYS change

THIS WAS A ‘PROTECTED POST’ THAT ONLY MR. BIG AND I COULD ACCESS B/C WE BOTH HAVE THE PASSWORD…EVEN IF THERE ARE PHOTO’S, I AM MAKING THIS ‘PUBLIC’ BECAUSE I DON’T GIVE A FLIP WHO READS THIS AND KNOWS THE PEOPLE OF WHOM I TALK. MR. BIG…I AM NOT FRIGHTENED OF YOUR “THREATS”…THIS WEBSITE/BLOG IS MINE. IF YOU DON’T WANT OTHERS TO KNOW OF WHAT YOU DO/SAY…BETTER BE  CAREFUL BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE HAVE ‘BLOGS’ NOWADAYS. #JS

#1 I desperately wanted Mr. Big to end his “career” with the bar scene. Sure, he only bartended one night a week…but, I still felt that if he would have left that place, things would have been much better for the two of us as a couple…

#2 I began hanging out at said bar, because Mr. Big introduced me to LOTS of people who hung out there. I would not go on the night he worked…per his request. I started going only after he and I went our separate ways as a couple…also, I rarely drank alcohol. If I did drink, it was 1-2 “Michelob Ultra” beers within hours of one another.

#3 The bar is no longer owned by the same people; so Mr. Big voluntarily quit (I overheard him telling someone about his getting a promotion at his “regular” job).

#4 Now, he has the weekend night I wanted to spend with him, free…

TO MR. BIG
You hurt me so badly. I KNOW you were “proving a point” that you were not able to be told what you could or could not do when you would message the ex (who is still in love with you and says so via text message while I’m beside you) to meet you at the bar. The bar is what ruined you and me…we are both too stubborn to allow someone to seem as if they are able to have ‘control;’ you didn’t want me at the bar; so I went to the bar to see FRIENDS (that you introduced me to). I didn’t want you meeting the ex who is still in love with you without my knowledge and to include me every now and then; you requested her presence to meet with you and have a drink (or several) together numerous times. I did not like that you worked there; you did not like that I would hang out there (WITHOUT GETTING DRUNK). Now I’m left wondering if the man you allowed me to know is somewhere beneath this asshole exterior you are choosing to show everyone. You care( d) for me. I care for you. You are everything I prayed to God for in the next man I was to meet. I wish you would at least be friends with me, you know, the way you said you wanted to be…I’m okay with being friends now. My heart could not handle it JUST AFTER we broke up…I was hurting.

Can't fight this feelin', huh?

ha…how many times were you unable to “Fight This Feelin’,” and with how many other women?  I suspected that it was NOT a “new” song for you to sing at karaoke, which is why I did not get excited when you would sing this song “to me.”

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*gag*

I just think this is a nice photo…also, I look “womanly” with my curves in this stance. lol

You are NOT going to be my Achilles Heel.

Foolish;

that is how I feel.

I was warned;

by you and people that know you for real.

I knew you would hurt me;

even if it was not intentionally.

Stuck;

on the pain she gave you.

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I am hurting.

My heart physically aches.

Our competing hearts are senseless, if you “really care for me”

If that is true, why am I being treated so callously?

I have several people that are romantically interested in me.

You did not realize that I CHOOSE/CHOSE you.

Those people will show it now that you are gone.

Other people respected our relationship.

What I told you in the beginning that

YOU would be my final try, it is something I meant.

Thanks for forcing me to socialize again;

I now have friends.

Begin again?

I understand your hesitation.

The life you’ve led, not cowardice, will not allow you to trust your heart.

For once, it is I who is the person pleading for the other to let down the walls–to hide the armor and feel the salvation.

Putting your trust in me will not be a regret.

You are understandably nervous, but I believe you are ready to start.

I can and will help you find the way for your heart to completely reset.

My heart is ever at your service.– William Shakespeare