Life is just so much work. I’ve had such a rough weekend, cried my body weight in tears and still feel mushy inside. Mushy and over-stimulated. Decided to treat myself to a typical round of self-therapy last night… white wine, Doritio’s and Oceans 11. I ended up drunk, having great drunk-sex, and then crying like an idiot for an hour till I fell asleep in a room that was spinning.
Arrrrrrrgghhhh.
Sometimes the worst thing for me is that I can’t (or choose not to) dwell on a life that I can’t have, and totally and completely obsessing about someone that I shouldn’t. I just have to keep thinking about the welfare of my children…. it’s the only reason I’m here.
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