Note.

If the old man in my apartment has changed and grown.

If he’s sorry for whatever he said to me in the past.

I understand and it’s acknowledged as well.

I have forgiven him.

But he needs to understand that I don’t want to engage.

Not just with him.

But anyone in this apartment or anywhere else for that matter.

I’m not really in the mindspace to make friends at the moment.

Or socialize.

I’m not looking for friends.

At the moment.

I went through a lot these last couple of years.

I just want to heal completely, relax and get lots of sleep and rest.

The only people I want to engage with are my family, Ginny and my therapist.

That’s it.

I hope he finds some peace and focuses on the connections he has in his life.

Because I’m not interested.

Please respect my personal space and boundaries.

Please respect my NO.

Please don’t hand me the pen and paper to write about you.

I don’t have a fucking victim’s mentality.

If you fuck with me I will mop the floor with you ethically.

Even if I’m extremely suicidal and suffering.

I’m not going to sit and cry.