I wonder where the sudden instinct to run and not to give up is suddenly coming from, it's so weird.
So, my mom called me out on a lot of my bullshit the other night and while the truth most certainly hurts, I know that it's coming from a loving place and my feelings aren't hurt. I feel like I can finally take responsibility for myself and not have to worry about taking care of everyone else. I got to a point where I was using everyone relying on/using me as an excuse for not living my life and doing what needs to get done.
No more.
I'm not completely cured, but I'm ready to take the first step to get my life back on track.
Finally.
It's funny that I might get something that I want, but I only want one person to leave and for the other not to suffer because I want that first person to leave.
I'm so excited for my favorite songwriters to be back in town next week. If any of you read this, which I highly doubt, drop me a line as to if we can hang out or not. I'm completely free, pitifully free, pathetically free, etc.
My dog is the best companion I've got. Get one if you don't have one.
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