I bought myself a new house

The old one will sell this year. In the meantime, I have a room of my own—far more than I need to be honest.

I'm proud of every one! I'm happy in every space. There's a fire pit in the back yard and I want to use it.

I have Sonos speakers and a printer connected to my network, called Sublime. I might not change those for a long time.

I knew a woman who is an inauthentic piece of trash.  The opposite of my mom and the opposite of the other important women in my life. Deep trash. Dumpster. 

So nice to let my truth flow. I own my hatred.  I awake full to the brim.  This is who I am.   Angry. Hurt. Existentially alone. 

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