Emily :
I fucked up. There, I said it. I will say it again. I fucked up. I'm sorry? I don't know if I am, or if that is even a proper thing to say in this instance.
I've been selfish, I'm not usually selfish. I just, I've had enough of all the bullshit and I'm just throwing responsibility to the wind and saying fuck it.
My savior, the long time love of my life, Hedwig, has been so kind to take my daughter off my hands until I calm the fuck down. I am jittery, 24/7. I am most freaked out about how not freaked out I am. I am just done caring.
I am hoping to turn this thought process around and I know exactly what I have to do to get myself to a functioning point again. The question is, do I go and fix things, think positive that my plans work out? Or do I just slowly let things unravel until I really hit rock bottom?
Christ, I need a therapist.
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