So it’s mid-September and I am home recovering From being assaulted by G at the Richfield house. I’m also recovering from finding someone I could have truly fallen in love with to now being ghosted, D. I am not gonna be a victim and I’m not gonna blame myself, for either situation.
Sure, maybe with D I maybe got ahead of myself and talked too much but I was really giving as much as I was getting.
OK, so I have literally and emotionally taken a beating in the last week and just fuck it all.