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Sad.
Sick at heart.
Afraid.
Guilty.
Angry, because I wish that people would take my words at face value and not read motives into them that weren't there.
Because it feels like in some people's eyes, it's ok for me to suffer any amount of pain, fear and worry, but the second I react, I'm a bad person.
Unbearably all of the above, because it seems right now like all the words of care ("I care" "You're so important to me" "I'm never stopping talking to you, ever") have come to nothing: I put a foot wrong UNINTENTIONALLY, not meaning to hurt anyone, just being scared of losing a friendship that is very important to me, and being clear that I am just getting things off my chest, that I don't feel bad anymore about most of the things, but that the ghosts of the pain still haunted me and it wasn't until now that I felt safe talking, that I didn't even require a response, and she gets pissed off, decides that I'm a bad person, and he disappears off the face of the earth, this time without even letting me knowing what's happening; knowing that the events of the past few months have made me incredibly sensitised (I feel like all my emotional skin has been flayed off, and the slightest touch has me screaming in pain), knowing that change and not knowing what's going on makes me panic, and knowing himself what it's like to try so hard with people and hurt them ("It seems that all I do is hurt people when I'm... trying to be nice.")
I am becoming increasingly convinced that the care is not real and that he wants me to be hurt.
I felt frozen inside all day. I started crying finally half an hour ago and now I can't stop. It has taken since May to work up the courage to speak of the things that I spoke of, and I thought I made that clear- that back then they had been too immediate, and now that there was distance from them I felt safe getting them out of my head where the intrusive thoughts of them have been torturing me since all this started- and it made everything go wrong. I am now scared to open up or trust anyone again in case it all crashes down like this.
I've felt so many times over the past few years like hiding in my room and never coming out. I can't really think of any good reasons why I shouldn't.
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Music Theory 101: Cadences.
Authentic cadence: V-I
Plagal cadence: IV-I
Deceptive cadence: V- ANYTHING BUT I ! !! !
Beethoven cadence: V-I-V-I-V-V-V-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I! I! I! I I I