Woke up this morning twisted by grief and mourning. Something about looking back over my life and feeling the places where people were (deservingly) cut out. When you’re as good as me at taking a scalpel to your social ties, and burning that which doesn’t cut, what you can still remember of the past starts looking like an empty set.

I hate mourning the people who wronged me. Sitting there staring at my face in the mirror like “why are you still affected like this?”