well, that was something.
maybe it’s a sign.
if i can put up with this then maybe i can put up with leaving the country (?)
screaming on the phone in the middle of a train station.
that is not what people call putting up with things.
i really have to work on my anger management skills.
sometimes, i don’t think i’m being honest.
sometimes, being honest is dangerous.
and i don’t like things that are dangerous.
i can tolerate serious, or mysterious, but not dangerous.
right now i’m trying to ignore the fact that i’m the only one here in this house tonight.
i don’t feel safe anywhere.
not that it matters when you’re just pretending