It’s ok I’m just coming to terms with letting go of my shit. I don’t need my stuff. I can let it go. It’s exhilarating and freeing to let it go. I can just let go. Once you cut the cord, you don’t actually miss it. I can let go of my house, my stuff, my car. It’s ok. I can start over. I can get myself my own place. I can live small. I don’t need anything. Jamie doesn’t need anything. Waldorf is all about simple. Just playing with sticks and stones. I can breathe. And I won’t need to take care of other people’s shit all of the time. And I’ll just be able to eat what I want when I want it. And I’m just going to be positive about everything otherwise I’m going to drown. I want him to be happy. I want him to be happy. I don’t want him to resent me.