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.
The new draft.