This morning I got up, did my hair and got dressed In a pretty black and white summer dress and my new white shoes. Angel was being a bit of a moody pain in the butt and T huffed and got annoyed about me keep snapping at her.
I was triggered. But I'm glad he said something. I felt told and stopped telling Angel off. I went quiet and went upstairs to get changed, feeling none of the confidence is felt all week. I put on my usual jeans and top and wore a long shirt. I wanted to punish myself. Kept thinking about the knives in my bag. I was going to stay at the chalet while T took Angel to the beach. I didn't deserve to go and enjoy myself. I did end up going but stayed in my jeans.
I tried my best not to cry and tried to enjoy myself with T and Angel. We paddled in the sea. Not ideal in jeans really. And dug a huge mound in the sand.
Now were back at the apartment and just had lunch. I found that when Angel is doing something I feel like I need to tell her off for I think twice, question myself and don't behave so forcefully. Feel like I'm just in the wrong
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