So you would think that seven months of time removed from the date of the implosion of my life would be enough to erase all the crap that came before... the seven years of garbage.
Turns out...
Not the case.
In keeping with the new theme of my life, "There Are No Coincidences".....
About two months ago my mom told me, squarely, you will drive everyone away with your attitude. And it looks like that's actually correct.
I'm mad at myself. And for the first time in my life I can identify that: I.AM.Angry.
I didn't "let it go". I burried it. And here it is again.
I stopped hitting the self destruct button back in January. But now, I'm imploding from the inside...
and I just really don't want to talk about it....
Something I really valued is now good and it's my fault.
It is what it is.
That's basically all I can say about it.
I have to accept it.
And acceptance is a real bitch.
