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.Read More 61: Being Incognito: Thoughts on Grief, Loss, and Children
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.
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.Read More 149: Thoughts on They Cheat Because Their Souls Were Starving (Oh Brother) by SpaghettiSam
133: Sounding Advice
“You still have C on a pedestal” and other friendly insight.Read More 133: Sounding Advice
114: I’ve got this life to fix
I blew it.
But now? I got this life to fix. Gotta build it back up brick by brick.
I’ve got this.Read More 114: I’ve got this life to fix