Note.

I know I keep repeating my boundaries like a crazy person.

I’m sorry.

Kindly bear with me.

I’m an anxious person.

Also, I’m slightly anal.

So this is a stressful situation for me.

(I’m not sorry for my boundaries.

I’m sorry for repeating myself numerous times.)

It’s because of the way people have been behaving.

The trauma has been beyond insane.

Also,

Because of the reality that I’m existing in, I’m helpless.

This is my only mode of communication to get my ducks in a row.

So that I can stay alive and navigate my life efficiently.

Boundaries are the only thing keeping me alive and sane as of now.