I know a lot of you come on here hoping for new content, and I don't know why but I feel compelled to write about why I haven't been doing that. And if you're new here--I haven't been writing as much for the last year and a half.
I'm just going to get right into it. I met this Austrian dude about 2 years ago, and it changed my life forever. (It also ruined my life). He committed suicide in January, and It's so painful because he was an evil narcissist, and I keep thinking it's all my fault. And I just can't live with myself anymore. I know it's not my fault, but my emotions get the best of me and thoughts keep playing over, and over making me think his death was all my fault. I know he was a piece of shit but it still hurts. After I met him, I isolated myself, hated myself and the world. I didn't know what it was, but I knew that he was fucking with me..
he also gaslighted the fuck out of me
(to be continued)