I didn’t destroy or destroy by over-soaping the laundry.

Now I can relax.

Another glass, some Eric Hilton, and GRATITUDE.

For the day, my mom’s texts… EVERYTHING.  Still no TV or movie, Netflix.. none of that screen poison.

Dad – Be patience, be strong, be true to yourself.  I was in one of those quiet booths at 425 when he said that.

I’m convinced I can’t be hurt.  And I’ll get flack for this post, for saying that, being strong and resolute and autonomous in my expression.

But I care none.  Nothing microscopic or significant.

I’m moving, on… just me.  No needed “partner” at any side of me.

Just ME.

The new draft.