I'm so sensitive to everyday interactions at work. Customers slam the door after I interact with them and I feel like it's because I'm awful and they hated me. They hated the way I looked. The way I dressed. The way I spoke.  The way I existed. I must be gross and awful. I don't know what I did so wrong that made them upset. 

My younger brother was arrested recently. Guess for what? Sike! Don't. Just know he was the last person in my life that cared about whether or not I'm safe. 

Friends? A W O L. I guess I should just say friend. And she's got more important things in her life than me. If we're being real here, though, she has a whole new life now and I'm just not in it. She doesn't want me to be. (Just like everyone else I've ever known ayyye) I'm trying to be okay with that.

The only exception being this one person I recently started talking to, but I know I don't matter to. They are kind, but I'm pushing it by just wanting to keep in touch. 

What the fuck am I supposed to be doing again? I forgot. Healing? In the very space that's hurting me? Yeah right. 


