What’s important is i owned up and admitted that i made a mistake and i did apologize…twice. Even if the apologies were not accepted or acknowledged, i did try to do what i can. I may have lost them as my friends, but at least now i know that there are still a few good friends who support and love me even on days i make mistakes and say the wrong things. Who understand how to talk to me when my depression eats me. Life is still good, i guess.
39, single, sad & tired...people might say that i might just be going through midlife crisis. i started this to let my feelings/frustrations out, they say writing helps with depression. Especially at times when nobody seems to listen or understand. Feel free to talk to me, i won't mind. But please understand that i am not a writer, i am not really good with words and a lazy one at that too, so i'm so sorry if journal entries would sometimes not make sense. Or if i reply late to comments (if there will be any at all)