Bulletproof

 

I'm home. In pain but the muscle relaxers anwith d pills help. A lot. 

Did a lot of thinking while stuck without my glasses. As they shot me up with fentanyl, I just laid back and put my life in little boxes.

Apparently he has someone who hates me and him equally. Cause why would you write about someone you love like that? Not a clue. 

I'm good. In pain and will be for the foreseeable future (least 2 weeks) but I'm good. 

So what the woman said- is if I tried with him, there would be much compromising and he's stuck in his ways. However if I let him go, there's someone else coming. 

She knew I was poly though I never mentioned it. She knew I was older though I never mentioned it, and she knew I was struggling with mental health. 

It felt good to know that I could let go and wouldn't be in limbo for much longer. 

The timing though. I'm supposed to go back to my old job soon and it times right. Bahahaha another coworker who will make me feel? Fuckkkkkkkk

Least I'll have something else to write about. 

As for me, this is my only blog. I have exactly one reddit, 5 years old. I have one phone number that's stayed the same for several years. 

If thots and dumbasses want to pretend to be me, they may encounter no force but everyone will know it's not me. 

It'll get better. Stopped myself again. There's nothing inherently wrong with the saying, but not using it gives me hope that everyone needs.

Maybe it's the meds. Who cares, free thinking. 

As always

S