This past week has been one of the most cathartic and powerful times of my life. Being alone with my thoughts, taking care of myself, learning who I am. I spent the week exercising, cleaning, and planning for my future.
I finally realized that I need to live my life for myself. My life and my choices. I want to go to NYC I want to fall in love I want to earn my phd. I want friends who care about me not just what I can do for them like their homework or listen to their problems or fight for them or give them money or amuse them. I had he best friends of my life in NYC. I was the best person I could be. I wasnt beholden to anyone. I felt smart and in control. I was popular and challenged and felt good about myself.
This is my life. MINE and I am taking control of it. I made amends with my father and realize my mother will never be more than she is. And that's ok
Good god this bitch actually just called me as I was typing. I guess she's sad because no one else wants to listen to her whore self anymore. She's done SOOOOO much for me. Them why don't I feel bad she's finally gone?
My life bitch. Mine.
5:16 p.m. - 2011-05-15
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