Too Much

P has been blowing up my phone. I'm not happy with it. I'm not her personal therapist. I don't have time to talk about problems all the time. It's too much.

I know what it's like to be in trouble, mentally. I've been there. But I'm out of it now. I'm stable, I'm even thriving. I did it on my own, too.

So I have no patience for someone who doesn't help themselves. Zero. None. I can support when I can, but not all the time.

In other news, I'm getting ready for my trip to M. I'm excited but I want to see OB one day. I want to see the different parts of it. I'm looking forward to learning more about it.

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Creatively speaking? I feel tapped out. Maybe it's a good time to edit, then. I'll try that.