Recently
I have had mum make a skirt for me, made a scarf into a top, found perfect booties with heals, brought some things, borrowed 8 books from the library at once, bummed out, gotten into the second round at this job I applied for, cried a little, seen my wonderful friends, learnt my ‘spending $20 on drinks is worth spending $8 and vomiting everywhere’ lesson, vomited, a lot, made a list of documentaries, had my dad be a fucking prick a few time, had dinner with dad and actually took Daniel for the first time, felt like a failure, wanted to punch my dad, had the fantastic realisation ‘Everything will be okay’
To come.
Going out for dinner with Daniel Monday night. I think I’m getting Zucca, sweet sweet Zucca.
I appreciate; everything positive in my life right now.
My dad does NOT come under that.
