Parking Lot Writing


I’m at my little spot in paradise aka the parking lot of Burger King under a tree. It’s a sanctuary where I get to write.

After speaking up for myself with my dad last night, I felt inner conflict and tension, but things are better now. We’re both still alive, living and working together at the shop.

It wasn’t so much about getting him to change, but more about me just speaking up for myself. I have a deep sense of pride after doing what I did.



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