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- From: dogbowl@dogbox.acme.gen.nz (Kennelmeister)
- Newsgroups: alt.angst
- Subject: stuff
- Message-ID: <oBeoXB7w165w@dogbox.acme.gen.nz>
- Date: Thu, 21 Jan 93 00:38:59 +1300
- Organization: The Dawghaus BBS, Palmerston North, New Zealand (+64 6 357 9245)
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- After lurking for a while, I've finally surfaced for air again....
-
- Today I had to deal with a visit from my father and his girlfriend.
- As far as I'm concerned, I'd prefer it if he never visited - I always
- feel awkward when he's here.
-
- My mother lives in the same town as I do - she moved back here after their
- marriage broke down a couple of years ago so that she could finish her
- degree. She flatted with me for a while until I asked her to find
- somewhere else to live - I'd been living by myself since I was 19
- and found that having someone else in the house was too spooky to
- handle.
-
- Their breakup hit me quite badly at the time, and I've never quite
- forgiven him for the way he treated her.
-
- More than 18 months after I broke up with my last SO, I still feel
- twisted, bleeding and broken. She threw me over for someone else in
- precisely the same way she'd thrown her previous SO over for me, (and
- so on in a chain lasting for some 15 guys)
-
- I have this wierd relationship with a girl some 10 years younger than me
- I try to get out of it, but find myself going back to
- her and her family as islands of stability of my life.
-
- I lie in bed for hours at a time, awake, but not wanting to get up and
- face the world. All I want to do is hide uunder the covers and sleep -
- never to have to face the stress of dealing with day to day life.
-
- 'Woke up today - the sun was shining
- threw back the blinds - the world was screaming at me
- Oh I wish that i'd just go away - and leave me by myself cos I'm OK
-
- Lived all my life inside a shoebox - not caring once to take a look outside
-
- When I go to bed every night
- something in my head says "you're not quite right"
- "there's something wrong with me" '
- (Mockers - 1980)
-
- I was working at the Mountain Rock festival in New Zealand
- (which Kilroy mentioned earlier) selling souvenier t-shirts and stuff
- and had my old SO appear in front of me. She looked just as I
- remembered her - all I wanted to do was run away and cry.
-
- I'm in massive amounts of debt, and I have no idea how I can repay it.
- My current income only just covers living costs, and I can't afford
- to go back to Uni to finish my degree.
-
- The depression and angst I feel have been a part of my life as long as I
- can remember - at least since puberty - I was the kid who's short,
- doesn't like sports ( a real no-no in this country ) wears glasses,
- has really bad acne, and who no-one will go near cos he's likely to
- rip your lungs out if you make him mad. ( Survival trait - glasses=bully
- target :)
-
- According to people who've known me, I'm a real loner. I find myself
- realising there's a great big hole in my life, one which I want to fill
- but don't know what to do it with, or where to start. A feeling of
- incompletness.....
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