S and I got into a wicked intense fight yesterday. I'll spare you the whole story but there were threats (from him, not me), yelling (both), crying (me), and flying food (me). Fk I'm a terrible person.
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I do not feel safe sleeping on the couch of someone who said they were going to knock me out.

And I am 40 minutes past due my instant breakfast... I feel like I don't need it because I ate pretty well yesterday.