Updated: Jan 2
When I start hating myself and who I am.
I deep clean.
I need to organize.
I make piles of items I want to throw away or donate.
I have too much.
I buy things.
Groceries that will go to waste. Clothes I don't need. Decor to fill my apartment.
I make lofty goals that won't last.
Exercise classes. Diets. Journaling prompts.
I set myself up for failure so deserve the hate I have.
For him to ask you how you're doing. To visit the home you've put your heart into. To ask to hang out. To ask about your life. Your boyfriend. Your travels. Or hobbies. Or friends. To care.
Which is on purpose. I try very hard to be a kind person, but it's really a facade so I feel safe and protected at a distance. There's a reason for that. <7 Years Old: I was on a family vacation in Mi
I was divorced for almost a year when he interviewed me for a job. When I accepted the offer, I was the only American with a team of 6 wonderful Lithuanians. Three of us were based in Chicago and the