One week with focus on exercise and myself. No one that’ll disappoint. No one to waste time on. I’m so sick of stuff right now. Putting in more energy than I get returned. Don’t like it one bit. So fed up. So very fed up. I feel so disappointed. So hurt. So betrayed. These past two weeks have been the worst since the hellish March last year. My heart agrees. Beating irregularly all the time. Gah.

Swell. Very swell.