I just spent half an hour in the eye of a tumultuous hurricane of self-doubt. The realization that, except for my bipolar 2, a lot of my ailments are my fault. They were preventable.
That sat like a tremendous boulder on my chest. The words didn’t make sense to me.
Thankfully, Marlo was there to catch my fall.
It was dizzying.
This post was supposed to be humorous. Even after explaining the above, which I hadn’t planned to just yet because it is still raw. I’d had a weird train of thought that led me to Urban Dictionary to learn the definition of the following:
Pillow Princess: A girl in a lesbian relationship who is usually a bottom. She likes to recieve rather than give and she is also most likely to stop texting when she sees you’re also typing.
Urban Dictionary
Obviously meant as a slur. But why did it even pop up in my head? What context?
Oh.
Sunovabitch.
It’s a new character speaking about a third person. For the idea I’m still not sure if I’m gonna work on.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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