St. Patrick's Day was Saturday, which turned into a complete shit show. Rex and I tried leaving the party early and left Sarah there (because she told us to) and then got a call half an hour later from my ex, telling me to come and get her. I apologized to the housemates and him and even offered to clean up her puke. After an hour, we finally got her home and I started receiving very vicious messages from my ex. I unfollowed him on all social media and eventually stopped messaging him back. Yesterday I received more messages from him and had a mental break down. I blocked his number and felt a little bit better knowing that I won't have to talk to him ever again. I was supposed to present my speech that day, but couldn't for the fear of breaking down in front of the class. I explained to my professor what had happened, so she extended our date to Monday, which was good. I was supposed to go to my therapist today (starting that up again) but called this morning to reschedule because I was definitely not getting out in the snow at 8:45 in the morning. Now I have to wait until the 30th for an appointment. I officially dropped out of my PiL class and am considering changing my major. Yesterday I also cleaned my social media out to rid of the toxic people out of my life. I want to change and I need to change, but it's just so hard to start. Last night Carlos invited me to smoke with him, which was nice. I think I am going to try to write more to keep my mind busy and to vent.
Until I write again--