Monday, November 18, 2002

+CROAK+

Crud.
I have managed, yet again, to make the people I care about most in the world angry with me.

(/sarcastic, bitter bow)
What can I say. It's a gift.

Yes, come- learn at my flippers. I will show you the many ways you can screw up royally and lose people you love.
Marvel at my lack of social graces.
Breathe deeply: can you smell the fear and self-loathing?

I misunderstood Him.
I thought... well, it doesn't matter what I _thought_ anymore. Because now it becomes: He was trying to help me and I did the email equivalent of a hissy-fit. I screamed at him (all-caps-lock) once or twice.

What do I do now?

He's hurt, bewildered by the resurgence of this hateful person I've managed to hide from Him so far. A whole year without the DemonBeast emerging from me.... and now I've gone and vented at him.

He was only trying to help me and I yelled at him.

What's wrong with me? Why can't I accept people's assistance when it is offered?

+CROAK+

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