“In your life, you are the paint, the painter, and the painting.”
If this is true, then I am lead based paint, being used by a toddler for a messy smear of a finger painting, while sucking on my fingers.
Day one of a newly fresh hell for me. I just want to just stay in bed and rot away surfing the web. But I got one task done with getting Visiting Angels to come over so it’s a start.
I don’t want any of this responsibility. I’m such a fuckboi. A 44 year old scared fuckboi. I probably should be doing some DBT to talk me down. But all I do is talk myself down. There is never a solution or a solution that I take.