If I let myself admit it, I feel sad that:
- My family situation is what it is
- That things are so distant between me and M.
- That so many people are out of my life now.
- That those people are out of my life because they did not want to stay in touch.
- That I spend so much time alone, on a project I feel compelled to do but kind of hate.
If I let myself admit it, I feel mad that:
- I’m out here alone, working on this book.
- That no one around me really understands what I went through or where I’m going with it.
- That I can’t seem to get anyone to take myself or this book seriously.
- That I had to have the experience at all.
- That I still have to worry about what my ex will do if he sees it.
If I let myself admit it, I feel bad that
- Things ended so badly with PH. He at least deserved a goodbye, and an honest talk about girls having needs, too.
- That some of my friends are in such a financial mess.
- That the whole thing with the foul-mouthed guy at my house got blown so out of proportion; I needed to defend my honor, but the recommended recompense is not something this guy can handle right now.
- That I want certain things people in my position aren’t supposed to want.
- That I feel bad about feeling bad for having those desires: they’re part of the human experience, and the less I judge myself the better I do.