I slept from 5am-8pm yesterday.
And today I’ve slept from about 3am to now which is 7am.
(CW : ALCOHOL) I woke up from a dream where I started my high school days with sipping Rosé. I’ve never even had Rosé, but I really liked it in my dreams. (/CW)
I’ve kind of decided that my days aren’t going to dictated by if things work out with my ex or not, or based on if he’s had a bad day or not. I have my own autonomy and problems just like everybody else. There’s a chance we won’t work out again anyway. I told my brother last night that if he hurts me again that I am not forgiving him. Ever. And I mean it.
Also, love that I called my psychiatrist last week and I have to wait for about five days to see him. I know that I’ve complained a lot about this, but… seriously? He said if I became manic that if I called in it wouldn’t be an issue. Still don’t know why he can’t up anything while over the phone.