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Sep. 6th, 2019 05:12 pm If I were to count years from one birthday to the next...this past year was the roughest. Mostly because of two months-long battles with men who felt a pressing need to prove their authority over me and make me miserable for basically the entire year. The last few weeks everything seemed to ramp up to the point where I became convinced that it would just FIGURE if I got into a major car accident on my birthday. AND I ALMOST FUCKING DID.
I really hope it's over now and this next year will be better. At least most of my friends seemed to understand and respect my desire to just lay low and get through the week with as little fanfare as possible. Including allowing me to spend most of my actual birthday crying without comment.
I really hope it's over now and this next year will be better. At least most of my friends seemed to understand and respect my desire to just lay low and get through the week with as little fanfare as possible. Including allowing me to spend most of my actual birthday crying without comment.
