Woke up with hatred, anger. Rare. But I'm glad I don't drink cuz I feel a need to get plastered. As usual one of my cats is here to help me through this.
The bullies that made my life a living hell in middle school. They don't ever go away, not completely. They just change identities when they storm my brain, as more recent figures in my life. All this money I never spent on alcohol; I should have enough to hire someone to beat the living shit out of some assholes that deserve it.
How much does it cost to get drunk every week? Every month? Every year? I should be putting that money away.
Present moment. Live in the here and now. My Ladybug's demanding love and cuddles. Bye.
I hate bullies. I always have. I never had a big problem with them and after I threaten to kill this girl that was bullying me when I was in high school, I never had anymore trouble with bullies. I think I scared them.
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