And so it begins

I am already fucked off and miserable today. And this could go one of two ways: I can choose to wallow in feeling belittled and ugly or I can choose to think that he is completely wrong and is trying to hurt me for the sake of it and everything he says is complete crap. So, in the interests of self-preservation I choose to feel wonderful. I don’t need to feel shitty today. Here’s some Young Galaxy. Enjoy.

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About pippa

40-something, yogi, gardener, reader and writer. Not great at any of those things but more than happy to be average. I'm anxious, depressed, chaotic, boring, delighted, excited and often foolish. It's all good. And cake.
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