Abe contacted me at the beginning of November.

I haven't emailed him back.  I didn't intend to.  But he keeps subtly harassing Miranda.  I feel like I need to.  To protect her.

All I want to tell him is to go fuck himself with a used needle.

Two years ago this week, I left Abe. Best decision I've ever made in my entire life.

Thank you, MommaVal, for everything you did for me, and continue to do. Thank you, MommaKitty, for showing me that it doesn't have to be like that.

And Redrix? Thanks for believing in me.

I miss Redrix.

I'm sorry.

I'm tired of being a damn scapegoat.

And never having an opinion that is valid.

So fuckit. Just fuckit all.

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I have a list of things to do.

"Curl up in a little ball in front of space heater and cry" is now at the top of the list.

Materials:

"By the way, I was in Wisconsin last weekend. That's an ugly state."

"We're not going to deal with that. (pause) More or less."

"How do we deal with that?"
"Cry?"

"Every story I tell you is about death. That's gonna be a problem."

"Anybody ever play... I mean, work, with sodium before?"

"I am NOT a Thursday."

I have... three new t-shirts, a book that I've partially read, an old t-shirt (my favorites!), and a mug.

Happiness.