You ever have one of those phone calls that in just a split second forever changes your life path, perception and feelings forever….?
I just did. Unexpected. Painful. But necessary.
Sometimes you just have to call it what it is.
And even worse is I know exactly how I am, and the ways I choose to respond to mental upheaval and trauma, and they are not always positive. That one phone call will absolutely put me on a downward path that will ultimately be destructive and toxic on the most fucked off levels. I already know myself well enough to know that was it – that was a nail in the coffin; that was the last lap flag flailing in the Wind; that was the KO in the final round. This bitch can only take so much before she snaps back in retaliation.
The impending rein of hell that is my direct response to the epically fucked up way I’m constantly treated is already in motion. First up… Get positive attention at any cost…
Just received my first message back… Let the destruction begin.
Fuck off.
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