Fuck stomach ulcers. Fuck my doctor being on vacation till the end of the month. Fuck Donald Trump (BUT NOT FOR REAL!!!!). Fuck winter. Fuck money. Fuck my low self-esteem. Fuck anxiety. Fuck depression. Fuck bad dreams. Fuck OCD. Just fuck. Ok? Ok.
Human interactions are so complicated, sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth the cost to my heart.
I wish I had Jenny Lawson’s courage to talk openly about the run ins I have with people in my life. But I am sooooooooo terrified of offending people and them abandoning me for it.
I get so goddamn clingy. It’s so humiliating.
My head is… well… a mess… Like this:
Ideas are speeding down the highway and my wind turbine (you know the one, the one we all have in our heads) makes a giant fucking mess. And it’s tumultuous and it pops out randomly in my consciousness and I suddenly want to share and I either post on FB or I chatter at a friend on FB messenger. It all can get pretty overwhelming for my poor friends!
I need someone I can randomly chatter at… any volunteers? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Wow… just re-read this entry… I sound… like a bi-polar lunatic.
I’m gonna go back to saying fuck *insert random thing here* for a bit… but not on the internet.