I am feeling like a doormat. And I don't do doormat well. At least that's what I tell myself.
So I'm going to go out. Get out of this house. And not answer the phone. My father told me to be patient, but my patience is waning today. Better to not say anything at all. Instead, just pick up all the cashews. Eventually, go play somewhere else.
Today I typed, "so I choose not to be upset". I wish, really wish, that I was doing a better job of that right at this moment.
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I am around should you need/want to talk.
Anyone who doesn't understand why you cannot put your life in a box on a shelf---well, maybe doesn't merit the nuts!
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