Turning Trix

Even though I love this blog, a post in it made me almost nauseous. This post. It ruined my mood, which was quite mellow at the moment.

But the day was OK, I guess. Went to counseling and cried. And she suggested that we should dig a bit deeper in me, and that is needed. I just don't know how, or if I dare. I feel so unconnected to everything.

It was quite hard being at Liljeholmens subway station today, and realize that I was almost boarding the wrong train. The one going to the old home.

Yeah.

I should stop thinking. Just an hour ago I felt pretty good and started to wonder why I did that and now I am here. But it is OK. I am OK. I'm just alone I guess. And sad. Sad that I destroyed so much. Sad that I even did things out of spite. Sad that I couldn't bring myself to fight the real fight. Sad that I did this to us. Sad that we did so much to each other. Sad that everything is going away.

But at least that is a well defined feeling.