It's one of those days where I am so completely emotionally drained, that I'm finding I must only concentrate on the basics. I called my aunt to wish her a happy birthday, and I called my dad to let him know I'm alive. If Mum or Marty makes contact, I will get back with them, or Nicole. Other than that, the human race can fuck off. I don't get off on destroying other people, and I have no interest in being destroyed every time I get a shard of self respect. If you want to call it a new beginning, fine. I just call it self-preservation.
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