I am struggling. It was a great weekend in that I was able to set up an amazing art gallery and meet some wonderful people. At the same time my heart ached all weekend. I had to steal away to cry several times. How can I feel so rejected and alone in a crowd full of people who love me? I wish I knew why. I felt like I was back to day one when I said it’s over. It is over. IT IS FUCKING OVER. It is always fucking over because I am never enough.
One of those asshole squirrels wrote that last part.