Apparently, among other things, lying, cheating, and carrying secrets feels like food poisoning.
22: A Love Letter to Betrayers – Discomfort (Part 2)
21: Briefly This and That
A bit more of this and that.
61: Being Incognito: Thoughts on Grief, Loss, and Children
I pretend things didn't happen that did. I confuse resiliency with the appearance of strength and cover with bravado. I pretend the losses don't hurt.
34: The Rainy Day
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
149: Thoughts on They Cheat Because Their Souls Were Starving (Oh Brother) by SpaghettiSam
SpaghettiSam asks, "What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?"
Good question.
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