Its tomorrow.
I'm not happy.
I went to the gym to work out my frustrations.
At one point, I thought I would burst into tears.
When I think of some of the things said....I want to scream and say "You're talking about me too!"
I'm so glad the gym can be my refuge.
I'm hoping all my relationships can thrive in the presence my truth.
I'm afraid they can't.
I'm still free.
Freedom is expensive.
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