Haven't Got Time

This...isn't good. I thought I was through with this in college, but it only takes the wrong word from the wrong person to tap into a reserve of desperate bitterness that I didn't think was there anymore.

No, it's still there. It's just had a change in venue, where it hasn't been tested in quite a long time. And all of a sudden I'm walking around in a little stupor, frightened of tomorrow, the next day and the next.

Having a life of my own, not a life made of everyone else's leftovers, made a big difference. I think there's another step I need to take before I can let go of the rest of this pain, though. I just need to figure out what that is.