A long period of PMS involving a bit tears, lots of sleep, none productivity finally called for a trip out of the city.
I bothered all of the friends who were available to listen to my ranting. The same story was told so many times, and gradually I don’t feel much telling it anymore. But I still want to cry whenever I said ‘It reminds me of the time with J., and suddenly it becomes unbearable.’
The difficulty of having a public blog is the risk of people finding out what I wrote about them. But then what? Most of them don’t care enough, and the rest don’t even need to read this. I just told them straight. So I just write. Read More