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It's still not a good idea to send letters while depressed, though.
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You are completely right there of course. It's as bad as sending emails when you are drunk, your head just isn't clear.
And I don't feel used about the sex btw, I loved every minute of it, I feel used in my emotions, if I knew it was just fuck-buddies then I wouldn't have spent so much time with him. It took a great leap of faith to trust another man after the last one.
I also resent him making out I was some sad charity case that he was on a mission to cheer up. For gods sake I have plenty of friends and was doing fine before him, what made him think he was my great saviour?