Depending on which way you look at today, I got some news which is either incredibly positive and awesome and necessary, or it was terrible and rage making and depressing. I’m trying to go for the former.
The thing about freedom and choice is that there’s a lot of it, and as you get older, no matter how hard you try, you find yourself becoming less open to that and more limited in your expectations.
I’m old enough to know that a situation that doesn’t make you happy at least 60% of the time isn’t worth staying in, I just suck at being the one to end it.
I’m loathed to remain in the lifestyle that was killing me in the first place, but I’ve grown so accustomed to it.
One day, the universe, I swear I’ll do this shit on my own with no colossal pushes. okay? Until then I just want to get better and try and sleep.