I decided to give the middle finger to the world, and to life, and to myself last night, and I got Taco Bell for dinner, and washed it down with some white wine.
I did the same thing today...minus the wine...all out.
I gave myself two hours, which turned into three, after I got home from work, to just eat, watch trashy TV, and I ended up falling asleep.
I'm finally doing laundry, took all the trash and recycle out, and it's feeling less and less suffocating inside.
I have been having a lot of dialogue with people in my life, as well as myself, and it's all about happiness, and about figuring out my feelings, their feelings, our place in the world.
A work friends said to me the other day "you've already made a decision, you know what you want."