Just over four hours Saturday night. Four hours of sleep last night. I'll get two tonight before having to get up and go to work. Why do I do this to myself?
I'm done with the bullshit. I'm moving on. I've lived through some serious shit in the last year and it's managed to turn me into some kind of crybaby pansy. Well no more of that crap kids. I'm taking back control of my shitty life and looking towards the future with at least some kind of futile hope that things get better than this.
It amazes me how I still grant her the ability to cut through the illusion of security that I surround myself with and make it hurt like it did at the beginning all over again
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