Learning How to Move On
I cant let go of things – rather, I won't let go of them. Little, insignificant things; trivial things, things that could be innocent, pretty much anything. While, I'm not a touchy-feely person, I need human interaction and conversation. It's my lifeblood. I am one who can handle the truth. I'm one that wants you to tell me about myself. It's almost masochistic how much I want it. My being depends on it. So, when I find out that someone has made a decision to withold something from me that pertains to me, I really get into my feelings.
I should say that one such thing did happen, and what made me so sick was the way that I found out what had been done. Let's just say that I reached out to someone – as is customary for me to do and found out later on that they didn't want me to be able to reach them.
HA! Yup, I felt like a fool. I still do.
