I let go of something really important to me last night.

I know it was the “right thing” to do, but I still hated doing it.

My conclusion is I am sick of caring more for other people’s feelings and well-being–with none of the same courtesies extended my way. Lack of communication is ignoring someone, hate to tell you, folks. Putting conversations off is also stupid, because it delays the inevitable or grows disdain or mistrust in the mix.

One day someone will get me. For now, though, forget it. I am done. I’ll release the hound named deanna later on.