Starting Over

Well, fuck.

It's been a while.

And, I've been a horrible girl.

All my progress, however small, is now gone.

I'm starting over.

I need to forget all this shit.

Seriously, my mind is a clusterfuck of neuron explosions.

I am going to forget him.

I am going to stop hurting.

I am not going to reach for the razor.

Or scissors.

Or kitchen knife.

Or letter opener.

Or bad food, for that matter.

I am on a purge of the bad in my life.

From now on, things are positive.

No. More. Fucking. Excuses.

I need someone to slap me and say: Bitch, stop crying.



Rena