Monday, February 17, 2014

My religion: fandom.

SO.

That friend, with the divorce, and the suicide watch, and the blunt text I sent?

Still haven’t heard back from them.

Commenced freaking out a couple of days ago.

Sent a “please fucking tell me you’re still breathing” text.

Nothing.

I posted this as my FB status today:
I don’t know how much more I can give without losing everything I’ve worked so hard for… And I’m pissed at myself for giving in and putting myself in that position in the first place.

Some people are just takers, and I should keep my distance. I don’t know why I can’t.

(My american football / hockey boyfriend had the best comment on that:  “I assume you are talking about BU hockey. I know the feeling.” LOVE HIM.)

Not quite a cry for attention, but if you knew what was going on, you knew why it was as vague as it was. It got the attention it needed from the person it needed attention from. So. Yeah.

Turns out my friend was reassigned from one residence to another. Their new place of residence has a mental health facility and is better adept to take care of them.

While I hope it was my too blunt text that caused this, I’m well aware that there is a very high possibility of them doing something stupid and drastic that resulted in their move…

I promised both of us I wouldn’t walk away again.

But Jesus fucking Christ on a motherfucking pogo stick, do they make it impossible to want to keep that promise…