I caved

36 days, then I caved last night. It’s funny, I’ve faced more significant hardships since the new year, but all it took was going to a show. And then the afters. And then the after-afters. My brain hurts. I still love myself. I know it’s on me, but I hate the semantics of counting the time. All’s not lost, but I hate that I have to reset now. I was so excited to get that number to 60 next, and I messed it up. Oh well.