I stayed at my friends house last night. I couldn't stay at home even though I knew he wouldn't be home. I just had too much rage being home. I had no idea what to do with those photos before but what i did to them last night...made me feel better. Just to show how much he's hurt me all these years, that everything was so fake....and those pics were fake...so it had to go. Although I didn't break the photos itself, just the frames.
I have to work the next four days...sucks but I need the money and plus it will give me more time to think about some things and get away from home. I keep a wrap on my left wrist because it hurts to move it in certain directions. I didn't break anything..i just bruised it pretty bad I guess...I know people at work will be asking what the deal with that is.