Memory Loss

Life comes and goes but there will always be memories, or so a saying goes something like this.

But what about when there is no memories? What happens to ourselves when we start to lose our memories? What becomes of our lives and who are we really? How do you maintain an identity when you're rapidly losing the building blocks of your life history? How do you preserve yourself?

I don't know, and I don't have any answers yet. I was reading the transcript of an interview with people suffering from Alzheimer's and it filled my head with so many questions. I don't know yet, I wish there was more information in the interview. It's still really hard to read stuff involving memory loss and slow descent dementia type things. It still feels very fresh. If I had tears, I would be crying them. But the well is still stubbornly dry.

I don't know when exactly I Maxed Out. But I have. I'm emotionally at my maximum capacity. I don't want to make any investments and yet I lament feelings isolated from everyone. I feel stagnant in an unchanging world. I want to help people and I want them to do things for me.

I want people to do things for me.

Maybe it sounds selfish. But I want a homemade dinner or a gift. Anything. I feel alone and I know I'm to blame.

UTI

Progress log


I am now a real vagina possessor. Having been treated for BV a yeast infection and now a UTI since I started having sex.


WOO. I'm normal. Stupid fucking normal. I pissed blood. That sucks


At least I know I made progress. Gotta take the good with the bad.

shut up

Im a dead robot and I dont care anymore. I have no feelings

Why doesnt anybody take me seriously?

stop talking to me dumb fucking people

Go fuck yourselves

I dont even have a reason, just fuck off because i said so

Hark! I Have Returned to the Internet

I haven't posted because I have barely had any feelings, and now I'm barely awake so this post wont make sense

Except for horny, if that an emotion. Very horny.

I reached out and reconnected with a ton of people lately. It was probably an awful life choice. I reconnected with all my exes. It was interesting.

Two months ago, I joined tinder and met a guy. He asked me to rim him. I did. It was very nice. But everything else about it was kinda meh.

Then I met another guy. Really liked him. He invited me back to his place. I said yes. He freaks out and says he can't have sex on the first date and then I got really excited when he rubbed my jeans and had a huge orgasm and was embarrassed. Then he unmatched and stopped talking to me. Oops.

I told my ex fiance I still loved him but I don't think I really want to date him again. We had sex. But then he hasn't changed at all. He still has a girlfriend but they are open. I think that's fucking stupid and I'm pretty turned off from him. I kind of don't want to date him again right now.

I went on a date tonight and the guy was really sweet. I liked talking to him. I had a cold but he still went out with me. We went back to his place to talk, and we did for awhile. Then before I knew it we were naked. It was rather nice though. We managed not to have sex. I guess we are saving that for the second date. God dammit. Ill probably start dating him...I suck at having casual sex apparently. He was really nice. His body is disturbingly similar to my last boyfriends though. Its really uncanny.

I reconnected with my old best friend who apparently has vaginismus now. I didn't really want to tell her about my virginity losing, but I think she needed my help. So I did. I overcame my problem. I poured my blood sweat and tears into fixing my body so I could enjoy my life. And it was hard as fuck and I thought it was impossible. But I did it. And each time I do it I like it more. And I'm less scared.

Thus concludes my sexual escapes for the past three months.

Sigh

I broke up with boyfriend last week. I feel bad. I couldn't do it anymore. I just feel too bad and like I'm not the person I want to be. He was a sweet person but I think he was a little delusional on what is expected of a relationship and how things need to be. But ultimately I chose to shoulder the blame and opt out of the relationship. I just feel like I'm too callous and selfish feeling to want to put anybody else through that. I'm horny and angry. Not the best combo. Still processing in my free moments and trying to figure out what I feel. Lonely, but a little relieved I don't have to think about people's feelings and everlasting love and shit like that.

Still have not been to my therapy appointment yet. On Thursday. They had better have a lot to say , I have been waiting a very long time.

I Drank a Coffee and Now I Feel Like I'm On Fire

I don't understand. I don't understand what's happening. I don't understand why I can't sympathize anymore. I am angry and I don't want to be touched. I don't care anymore. I don't want to talk, I don't want to listen. I don't want to be the bad guy. I'm tired of taking the fall. I'm tired of being involved. I'm tired.

I Have a Bad Feeling

I'm tired still, but I feel marginally better than I did about a week ago. I confided my feelings to my best friend and told her how I had been feeling for awhile. I told her that I resented everyone for no particular reason, that I often fantasized about harming myself or slapping people. That sometimes it felt like my skin was on fire because of how angry and annoying and unstimulated I felt. That I didn't want to feel that way anymore.

Then I felt a lot better. Just saying that out loud made me feel better. Then we made a deal to talk to therapists. She went to hers already, mine is next week. I hope it goes alright. It took them three weeks to get me an appointment which is absurd! But I guess we will see how it goes...