Angry

Okay. Twelve hours later and I have somewhat calmed down, although I can still not comprehend such a betrayal! He is a psychotic lunatic who can't let me have control over my own life. And I have to discredit him in every way possible... Basically, I hope he backs off after Dr. G tells him that I am OK and his help is unwanted and unnecessary.

But God, how I hate him!!! And God damn him for doing this to me. And AIR7 too... What a way to fuck things up!

I don't even want to think about it because I can't even process what I am feeling into any other emotion than anger and hatred and definitely not into words...

It is 3:48 PM and I am starving, but I have to wait two hours to go to dinner with VJ. Maybe I will go check my email... I have no clean socks, so I have no clue how I'm even going to wear my boots. Maybe I'll wear them without socks...