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Some people like pain and thrive in mayhem andmelodrama. Some relish conflict and living dangerously. The nearer they are to the edge of disaster, the happier they seem to be. We maynot all go to such extremes, but a lot of us enjoy rollercoaster rides. It has something to do with the sensation of "being alive". Sometimes, when life is too quiet, easy, safe or cosy we take too much for granted. We lose the magic. Everything becomes flat or dull. Now, about the source of excitement in your life. If you feel it is doing you some goos, roll with it, but remember it is optional. (Jonathan Cainer)
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I haven’t been sleeping well lately. In a way that is an understatement, as I don’t think that I have ever slept well. I wake several times a night and sometimes it is so difficult to get back to sleep that I lay there for hours in the darkness listening to the darkness.
Last night was not any different, except instead of going to bed at a reasonable hour and laying awake for half the night, I went to bed at a later hour and lay awake.
The only times that I do not have difficulty drifting off to sleep is when I have been drinking- then I pass out almost instantly. Last night I sat up watching horrible movies. It started with Muriel’s Wedding and finished with the terribly demeaning made for television movie Legacy of Sin. I have a thing for tales from real life- otherwise I would not be addicted to reading online journals!
That is not what I came here to write. I came to divulge what the Bitch thinks about me so that people can know how truly horrible I really am. She has a better perspective than me. However, I will defend myself, I have the right to do that. This is the first email that she sent me after that unfortunate comment that was taken completely the wrong way:
You're joking right? I mean about being mad at me because I didn't call earlier?? [Yes, I was joking.} Wow. Gee, obviously no 'Oh that's okay, sorry you're weekend turned out to be a disaster... It's such a shame that Bort's car literally blew up causing thousands of dollars worth of damage... Sorry that everyone was in a terribly depressed mood and just wanted to get home to sort things out. [I had absolutely no idea what happened as her message was terrible vague. ] ' No, god forbid you think about anyone else's feelings but your own. So 'sorry' Samantha that I didn't call you earlier, how very very inconsiderate of me. I should have gotten someone to take the tandem trailer off the car to make the 15 minute trip into Heathcote just to call you.
I don't know why you've decided to make this unfortunate (mainly for us, how did it ruin your weekend??) incident into a 'hurdle' but I guess that's just your style. You make everything into a big drama. [Me turn it into a big drama? I had an unfortunate incident myself that she never asked about. So who is the one making it a drama?] God, this telstra thing is absurd. You like blaming everyone else for your own mistakes [This Telstra incident was not my fault. They sent me a bill the day before I moved and refused to connect me.} - if you hadn't of got into debt in the first place... but I know you don't think of it that way, you just get angry and look for a scapegoat. Whatever. [I had on many previous occasions said that I realized it was my fault that I had got into debt and I was going to get myself out of it- but she obviously didn’t listen- something she did often.}
I found your other diary site the other day. I am not sure if you're aware of this or not. It's not like I can hide the fact that I read it as I left a comment before I read the previous entries and realised who it was. If at that moment you had of called me a fool it would have been valid. I sure as hell felt like one. Anyway, I am rational enough to realise that in no way do I have any right to be mad at you for anything that was written about me - they are your private (or were meant to be) thoughts and I do respect that.[Sure as hell she didn’t. But I should have moved to another server.} With that said, I can't exactly deny I was hurt but I'll get over it. From it all I guess I have to ask one thing; do you want me as a friend? I definitely want you as a friend but I don't understand why you have to make things so difficult sometimes.[Does she really? I don’t think so according to her entry Admittedly when I realized it was hers I stopped reading- however I did copy it to finish reading later I was so angry] Can't you just be more... not uptight? Why does everything make you angry? Why do you get so annoyed if I don't call you all the time, or come visit you all the time? [I don’t get angry, I get sick of being screwed around. Yes, I am uptight.} Do you think I'll forget about you or stop caring? I don't understand. Then when I do call you, most of the time you sound almost angry with me. And when I do come visit you, I sometimes find it a bit stressful - you are mad a lot of the time and I find that a little hard to cope with - especially the times when you really yell at Missy.[I find it really difficult to do anything in front of her because I always feel she is judging me. And the times that she sulks for something stupid and I am made to feel bad in my own house.}
Anyway, I always end up apologising to you and I'm sure I'll apologise for this e-mail some where down the line. [She may always apologise, after saying this exact same line to try and make you feel guilty.] For now, I am not feeling very apologetic so I doubt I'll visit you at your parents if you do come over. Please respond to this mail any way you want. You can say anything to me, I want you to be honest because I didn't much like finding out what you really think of me in the way I did.
I did respond, and not very kindly as I don’t really feel the need to be insulted in that manner. As I said earlier, what I said in my diary was my opinion on a situation, nothing mean. Some people just can’t handle that others do think. I’ll put my email in later.
1039 words posted by Samantha at 0958hr. Email Me
I don’t feel well. I have that whole pre-vomiting feeling. Last night I spent a lot of time passing wind, and it was rancid. This morning it continued, but earlier I began burping and with each burp came a stomach wrenching vomit taste to my throat. It really isn’t pleasant. I tried eating garlic bread to stop it, but so far it hasn’t worked. I think I ought to try and purge everything I can.
I was sick not long ago oddly. I had this same taste, terrible stomach cramps and just WISHED I would throw up rather than endure the sickness and pain any further. But it didn’t work.
I don’t want to feel sick, but I think that I am out of luck. Not my week huh. I am feeling a little woozy. I think I am going to urge. Cheers.
145 words posted by Samantha at 1330hr. Email Me
Feeling quite a lot better. Perhaps no better than I was earlier but because I degenerated into a sobbing mass of foul breath and not only stomach but intestinal cramps, now is much better.
I threw up. Yesssire I did. And I am glad for it. I do not hate throwing up as much as I hate the pre-purge feeling of pain and illness. It is such a relief.
Why am I discussing bodily functions? I guess it relates to diet. Thus far today I ate a kit kat and some vegemite toast, and then proceeded to shit and throw them all up. So let us not start discussing the logistics of my diet today. Okay? I hate this burp thingy. Eeeew.
122 words posted by Samantha at 1824hr. Email Me
Spoke too soon. Ended up worse that I was before. Let us put it this way. I rarely get sick, and when I do it is bad. And vomiting is a lot rarer. Honestly. I am proud of my limited sickness, I mean, twice in one year is a shock.
Anyway, within five minutes it all began again with excruciating abdominal pain that I thought would not go. I got into the shower and threw up. Stayed in until it went cold. Got out and the pain was rival that of my period pain. It was horrendous. I finally took paracetamol and I am being wary or optimism. It is not a pleasant thing.
I now have no clean blankets and must curl up in front of the heater for the evening. Better than earlier when I was so hot that in 0 degree weather (that is freezing temp in Celsius) that I stripped all my wet clothes off (yes, got in the shower with my clothes on) and was still hot. I had no feelings in my hand. Grrrf. I do not like this. And I have an exam tomorrow. We'll see how I feel in the morning. I think sleep would be a good thing now. Cheers. Smiles.
210 words posted by Samantha at 2110hr. Email Me
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