A darkish February.

I blame my illness, the lousy tasks I need to complete this month on my own, and my desperate mood entirely on my abusive ex.

Just in cases that hasn't been noted.

I take zero responsibility for this, and see myself as aligned with others she's grievously injured in her past. And, likely, present, though I have no idea what she is now so that's just extrapolation.

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