So break yourself against my stones. And spit your pity in my soul. You never needed any help. You sold me out to save yourself.

I'm doing ok.
But I keep getting holes in the end of my socks.
I've gone through three pairs this week.

I'm beginning to feel a bit more like myself now.
Most of my paranoia has all but disappeared, since I stopped being stalked.

And I'm helping my folks out with their new bathroom next week.
It will so nice to give them something back, after all they've done for me.
I'll never repay the debt in full.