don't read this, yuck
In the past month I have:
- gotten a job
- drank way too much
- started smoking cigarettes
- broke an amp
- spent some time in the looney bin
- stopped drinking
- gotten called out on my pile of issues
- gotten dumped
- made a new friend, that worries me
- realized close friends are a near impossible thing to come by
- made this stupid list
I can’t help but feel that everything I do is toxic to my well-being. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t feel like myself anymore and I am not okay with that.
I don’t know if you’ll read this, but I haven’t been able to get a hold of you any other way: Pia, I’m sorry for what happened to your painting, and I hope that one day we can talk.
My eyes are finally open, the journey continues.
