Omg don't be so lame.

I was a good girl. I was a good woman. I gave up my visa to hospice my partners dying father during 2020. It was a hellscape. And for what? The mans went crazy when his old man kicked the bucket and dumped me. I'm not even all that mad, things come apart but like he wasn't making any sense about it. Saying things like how I used to be blonde (literally never) or recounting fights I watched between him and his sister but saying it was me who had said those awful things. Idk. I tried hard. I did my best. I'm proud of how I behaved during the hardest times I've seen. But the rewards never match the work really.

In another world I would still be in Europe. I'd still be single but it would maybe be a less tragic story. And I wouldn't be afraid of a vision quest with a bunch of mushroom heads, they were generally good vibes. One girl funded her travels selling bracelets, she is as all the way from Columbia. She since back in South America but still nomadic and has a lil daughter. People with different lifestyles aren't necessarily dangerous.

You don't do sex or drugs and you're a good girl and what? No cookies. No reward. I should have been sucking the marrow out of life while I was still young and hot.

But whatever. There's always hope for the future!!! 🙌