So, you know when you take everything down off your walls in order to paint them respectably and end up taking a sharpie and writing all over them that you've got a problem. Or, maybe not a problem... just confusion, the need to sort things out in my head. And what I wrote on the walls really did help.
Therapy I guess.
So I guess things have gone a bit down hill since my last post. I've had a pretty rough week, a bit topsy turvy, upsetting, confusing. But filled with love- that's for sure.
Someone up there isn't on my side right now, so it's time to fucking fight back.
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