I am going to try and not be sarcastic here. Really I am.
I just wanted to say thanks for never sticking around long enough or at all really. You could have taught me so much. Like how to get a real job and keep it. Or how to fight regardless of gender.
Or how to work with my hands creating things. Or how to drink till you were so mad you didn't care who was in your way. Or how to apply for a passport and travel.
Or dare I even say it, like join the fucking military or something. Be a merchant marine. No instead I went the other way and got myself in a whole bunch of trouble.
Do we really choose our parents? Our lessons? Seems like a shitty deal.
I am so much more than what my past is. Th other day I had this realization that at some moment in the future I can stop dissecting my past. I can not even have to think about it. I won't have to justify to myself or anyone else why I am the way I am.
Today i am so angry. Today i woke up in the middle of the night and sent off a 'dick move' email to someone who offered to help me when all i could do was say "What the Fuck?"
Triggered by a someone not being available to me in a way I think I need. BAH!
Well there is this....at least I can figure it out. I can identify my feelings.
Not that makes me any better or different. People stories...all equal.
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