Who was I kidding? Why did I think I was ready and fit to relate to another human being on a deep level? I'm ready for shit. Really. Maybe I'm just meant to live the rest of my life out as a hermit, living in isolation in Iceland or something. Away from people, from emotions, from drama, from feelings, from ups but also from downs. Who was I kidding.....?

There I was, sitting on my sofa, crying. And at my computer, on the Internet, crying. Why the fuck?

Is this all a giant, massive mistake? Is my life slowly circling the drain of depression, despair and meaninglessness?

I can't be alone. But I can't not be alone. Fuck. How am I going to get through this one?



Anyway, yes, crying, thinking, despairing even. Then I realised: I'm just about to get my period. Ah. Mystery solved. :)

PS: Sorry if anyone is offended by this but I have learned to listen to my body and its changes...