So far I feel like my posts here reek of seeking pity, or seem to come from a place of perpetual victimhood. Believe me, that’s not how I see myself nor is it how I want you to see me. Underlying tales of sleeping with shitty men, taking shitty jobs, and having shitty relationships is the common thread of repeatedly choosing those shitty men or jobs or people in favor of my own short-term gratification. Of choosing the easy way out to avoid confrontation or making myself vulnerable in any way.
Believe me, I know that the common denominator between all my woe is me stories is literally just me.