Ugh I need a bike ride. I heard the phone ring, but I wasn’t going to answer it. I’m not even going to vent here. Maybe I will later, but I’m a raging inferno of anger right now, and I don’t want to say things I don’t mean.
Last night, when I laid down to go to sleep a sort of epiphiany happened for me. “I’m to blame for being everything I don’t like about me, change it or quit bitching,”