I was not nice last night. I am angry at my roommate, enemies one can say at this point. He was cheating on his girlfriend who I am friends with currently. I ratted him out to her and then ragged on his bacne for two hours while she cried. I really enjoyed it.
Also, there was a girl who tried to kill me before I hit rock bottom. I was sent her mugshot from her assault arrest in October and was practically giddy about it. I am not being the nicest person today.
Listen. I am doing really, really well. I really am. I have 100 days sober. I am volunteering and helping and being helped and really doing great with it all. I allowed myself a cheat day when he woke me up at 11:30, screaming about how he didn't care that he was waking me up.
And yes, I could be nicer about all this. But that hideous woman tried to murder me. My roommate knew how bad off I was a kept pushing and pushing. He's still pushing. I can't be good and loving all the time. I need to be horrible from time to time or I'll explode.