i'm still not sure whether i'm fucked up in the head or not, but i shole aint right.
I have nothing of substance to say.
I fear that I may just BE "that person." You know that bitter ass person no one can stand to be around because she always has something "negative" to say. That silver lining bullshit is for the birds---to pick at and shit out. I'm that person at a party stealing all the sunshine and shit. I'm that asshole who hates the holy---the superficially holy, the genuinely holy, the happy holy---get that holy shit outta here. Inviting me to church or bestowing me with the Lord's blessings is not gonna make me feel better. I'm glad you've found your way, now get the hell outta mine.
I'm regressing. For a while there, I was on a path to something "respectable," acceptable to mainstream society. Now I could not give less of a fuck. Olive Harvey has stolen my thunder. It really doesn't take much to steal my thunder. The shit is half-assed at best.
My father says that if I ever need to talk to him I can. You can never really talk to someone when you're this crazy. All you're gonna get is fortune cookie advice and a recommendation to "buck up." No, I'll decline on the offer to be told that all I have to do is do better.
This internet connection just timed out in the middle of my typing and erased everything. That's a hint.
