Self-destruct in 5…4…
You are truly your own worst enemy. Convincing oneself of anything else seems impossible.
This past week has been one of many mood swings and mood killers. RV just rolls his eyes when I make up an impossible argument, twisting words to mean what I am convinced they are to mean when it really isn’t anything close.
I’m vague because I can’t even pinpoint what it is. I’m hoping this feeling passes because it’s somewhat self-destructive. My behavior. My actions.
He asks me to communicate. I respond in silence or something completely unrelated. He’s right though. If I don’t talk to him or to anyone else, it won’t ever work itself out.
As a distraction, I asked for new crochet hooks and some fuzzy yarn. I’m working on a rather simple scarf for RV, hoping that creating something will take my mind off the destruction of something else.
