When I wrote yesterday I’d reached my breaking point, little did I know that events would occur later in the day to push me beyond. I’m still reeling from it, still trying to figure out how best to respond, still trying to figure out WTF I am going to do. I should try to write something less evasive about this. But the whole thing makes me want to puke. So until the nausea dissipates, I’ll just be vague.
And completely fucking miserable.
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I don’t comment much of anywhere these days. But I’m still reading. And wishing it was easier for you.
Me, too!
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Thank you both. <3