(backdated 20th Feb)
Last week a neighbour removed me as her 'friend' on Facebook.
It's been a rather raw couple of weeks, I have been dealing with a long-expected and dreaded scenario which is now, thankfully, over. I have tried so damn hard to cope with what has been going on, to be mature, to do the right thing, to keep everybody happy and maintain my self-dignity and despite my best bloody efforts I now feel thoroughly wrung-out, worn thin and of all ****ing things seem to have come out the bad guy.
I'm Cross, hurt, indignant and just wish things would go back to normal, why have I been so harshly and I believe unfairly judged? Why am I suffering the consequences of a situation created by others? I think, perhaps because I seem to be the only one actually communicating honestly.
Really though, why do I care? Why does it matter what people think of me? Especially people who don't really know me, who are clearly only interested in seeing my negatives, are playing stupid girly playground power games and in the grand scheme of things just don't matter a jot!
...But deep down it does matter... it matters lots of jots. I wish I could just sandpaper my hide, take a glass of harden up and not be so darned sensitive.