What’s eating Edie? Part one

 As a rule, I try not to feel anything. I make it a point to try to reach everything with the sense of indifference. And in doing so I created this numb sort of feeling in my body. Do you other day I went out on a lunch date of sorts and maybe this wasn’t my greatest moment of judgment and figure to myself that maybe I could just be wrong for once ignore that girl female intuition. Boy was that about that idea.  I think am I not be a bad idea to clear the air of any negative emotions. For the sake of the slog I’m going to just refer to him as B. Just simply be because I don’t think he’s really worthy of any other title of sir darker Mr. big I do however feel that maybe it’s important for just wants to label him as B.
 I clearly remember the day I have b. There is something romantically beautiful about a man who could sing and become eloquent without having a problem. He seemed easy in the crowd and didn’t seem much a breeze the name of the drunkenness going on. So I think you’re to myself that maybe I should get to know him. A friend had set us up thinking that a wonderful romance would ensue there is not anything but a romance.
Funny the way the emotional abuse works he never quite tell what’s happening like quicksand like you’re hallucinating quicksand. LOL to be to make me feel as if I’m unlovable I care about is that no one in the world would want someone like me because I was simply just to bizarre. Maybe one day over the rainbow things won’t be as complicated. I know I’m not the easiest person in the world to get along with, but I’ve been on this road to redemption to try to help as many people as I can to help them avoid the same fate of sadness and loneliness that I created within myself but some things just don’t seem to work out to be continued

Back to the grind

Well my wonderful audience things have taken quite the turn for me as of late. My family who had read my last blog were rather unpleased by my thoughts and emotions on life. With this new blog I intend to go for The original goal of keeping things real and being true to the writer side of myself. It doesn't matter whether somebody read this or not. What matters is that it's been written at all. Sometimes I can't help but to notice that our feelings and thoughts become likepoison in our souls. I for one and tend not to die that way but only to express myself and the only way that I've ever known how by writing once more. So as I finish this little ditty up, I just wanted to say thank you for reading if you've read it at all and hopefully through this journey we can make better sense of the world around us.

Sincerely,

The angry writer