I think it’s starting to get better. I think. Sense of dread has ceased for now. Things are going to be OK… I think. I need to stop thinking so much and just go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. And, if you need to start over, well, so be it.
I like talking to you, we should talk more.
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Granny and her chickens
Why am I the only one not allowed to feel feelings? I have to sit here and there listening to you all day long…spewing your nonsense under the guise of “I just needed to let that out.” But I, I am not allowed to “let that out.” I get told to get over myself, or other people have it worse, or “you don’t have to be here.”
But you, you get to “let that out.” Let that out, but in reality you’re just being a miserable, bitter asshole. Rehashing the same tired, old rhetoric you’ve been spewing for the last 50 years. You’d think you would have gotten over it by now…but no. Living 50 years in the past, reliving old grievances as if they’d happened yesterday and everyone still remembers what you’re talking about.
“I can’t stand this person, or that person, or you, or me, or everyone and everything.” Everyone’s an asshole but you. What’s that saying? Yeah…common denominator and what have you.
Grow up, build a bridge, burn it, piss on the ashes, salt the earth…something. Just shut up about it.
Day In
always there
in the back of your mind.
beating away at
your self-worth and
your height.
so small…
small.
who do you think
you are?
fuck you for thinking you could
be happy.