anger..

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.]