i can’t let other people’s transgressions harm me. i’m done with letting other’s choices dictate mine.
it’s amazing to me how i let anyone make me feel this low. why do i do this to myself? the moth bashing itself against the light always springs to mind.
on the one hand, i don’t think i deserve it. on the other, i probably do tho. feels bad.
i slept most of the day. it feels like a wasted day, but that’s a common, constant theme in my life. even on the most brilliant of days. so maybe it’s got more to do with me than the day itself.
tomorrow will be worse, i tell myself. such a great pep talker. mom works, brent is in montana until three. i don’t want to move to montana. hope he tanked his interview.
here’s to hope for the downfall of others.