i was angry! i didn’t need this or that. i simply was sick and tired of the mental abuse. i was over the fuck-ups. i became quick tempered with a low tolerance for bullshit. my affect was off. who was i? i absolutely didn’t know who i was becoming. it was uncomfortable. painful. & emotional. but it was needed. i was eliminating the toxic that i thought was the beauty of twenties.
[These are my open notes. Over the next month, I am making them public until my birthday on April 14th. Next up, bargaining.]