today i’ll know at least what’s wrong with my car. i think so anyway.

i have a writing thing at 10 AM.

then i really have to sit down and finish some writing. i feel less like a piece of crap today.

i guess it was just building up and now that i cried about it, i feel better.

i know it’s not my fault that people treat me like shit. the only thing that’s my fault is that i continue to allow it.