Had a mood crash today, after I got the news about my loan. All I wanted to do was drive to Brooklyn to see him. I wanted to feel ok for a little while. My friends are all out of town so there was no where else to go. I needed to feel safe for a minute. But there's no point in both of us hurting.
It could be worse. It could be worse. It could be worse. My car is running. I haven't broken any bones, I don't need surgery. I'm not up all night because of the crushing pain in my arm. I'm able to feed myself. No one has seized the rent money in my bank account. I'm not in a dysfunctional relationship with an inappropriate man. This isn't like last summer.