Its so so sad to think how many people don't like me. Especially someone that claims they do. That they are my friend. That they love me. But I just don't buy it. Maybe it's just the same as it's always been. The same fight. My definition of love is so much different. Atleast being I would never make you suffer.
But I made the most of it. Painted. Got a red box movie. Laughed at myself a lot. Wrote a ton here. Hung with my ghosts and imaginary friends. And got ice cream. Plus I know I am special. I just still am needing to find my people.