Horse...cookies. To my credit, I thought of that before checking again.
I hadn't thought about it before responding when I woke up hours ago. I really did wake up suddenly from sleeping and then check, in the middle of the night. There didn't seem to be much to think about. There wasn't, actually.
Wow. Everything that I deal with is so serious and so awful that it just doesn't occur to me that even now, someone who has seen everything that I have been through could not care less and hates me instead of feeling it should be the other way around.
I've been alone for a long time. I was hoping that might be over, or at least that the vindictiveness might be over. There was never a reason for how viciously I've been treated, and there's less reason all the time, the longer it continues. I have heard that the longer someone is abused, the more justified the abuser(s) feel abusing that person. Their thinking gets calcified about it; it's their automatic habit to hurt the person and say that he or she deserved it.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 11, 2014 @ 9:51 a.m.
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A phone is a small screen, and it occurred to me that I could have not seen something a couple of days ago, like a caption saying "Help! I'm being buried in grey sand!" It doesn't seem that there was, though.
I'm a piñata.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 11, 2014 @ 10:35 a.m.
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