It’s over. Finally done. This job, my relationship with Diego… but hey, at least I don’t have covid.
I have to be out by February 6th, so happy fuckin birthday to me. I am irresponsible and can’t be trusted, he said. I said let’s make this easier on ourselves and let us finally give us permission to each other and to ourselves to move on… once and for all. And he called it.
My parents are gracious enough to let me live back at home. I just want to find a new job and do school and that’s it. No more relationships, no nothing. I am over it.
I mean, my plans never go as planned so who knows what is in store for me. At least I have a doctor’s appointment for my med adjustment tomorrow so that should help me hurt less.
I think I am masking pretty good right now; masking the pain that is. But in the next few days expect a post where I ugly cry and write all my feelings down lol. It should be a glorious brain dump of bipolar emotions and feelings.
I think that’s everything for now…. I hope things feel better soon 😦