I desperately need to vent, to rant, to scream, to cry. All of this. There is no space for it. Nothing safe. I can’t write what I want here, because it’s too public. I don’t have friends I can talk to about these things. I can’t afford a therapist. Facebook or twitter? More public. What […]
It’s Monday, dammit I’m laughing here. Another Monday and I was looking at this photo and (ironically? Dontchu think) they are standing in a crossroads which means Mr Scarecrow is just being an asshole.
I appear to be suffering from stress. Defined thusly: Stress: The confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body’s natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it. Sigh.