7 weeks of not being at home has truly taken its toll. This form of isolation is character building for lack of a better term and it’s revealing.
If anything, being isolated has made me see the true colours (cue Cyndi) of many, even my own.
I grieve over the fact that I have now lost numerous friends, but also am thankful that I haven’t strayed away from who I am as a person. Oh well, I think I haven’t anyway.
The FB/FE detox is doing me a wee bit of good so far. Now I just need to get rid of this sickening feeling of guilt for Whatever fucking reason I have it and move onwards and upwards.