I know who I am. I am damaged.

Damaged goods.

Damaged on arrival.

Breach birth. Cholic. Cried for 5 months.

Mom said, “I almost drowned you in the piss pot.” She didn’t lie about much.

I have zero patience and no tolerance. I don’t suffer Fools, and I repeat myself at high pissed off volume.

I have accepted this and am moving on from any further attempts at changes.