I'm sad, I'm sad, I'm sad, I'm sad, I'm sad...
I think all the time I've been spending on Twitter has eliminated my ability to write or express myself articulately. Boo to that, right?
That being said, I don't need to write a long essay. I feel like crap. Change is hard. I'm lonely. I want to die.
OK, then, I think that about sums it up.
1 comment:
I cannot leave this post untended. Saying, "I'm sad", when one is cut of the cloth we are, takes incredible bravery. I know this was a while ago & you've likely moved on, but thank you for telling me. You are amazing. I always feel like I'm about to shit an ostrich as I force myself to tell someone else that same thing.
Oh, and I get the "please kill me; I'll give you anything you want" scenario. If you get me in one mood, I might play a single round of Russian roulette with you. If I'm in another mood, I will sit and listen to and agree with everything you loathe about life. No judgment, but no action other than listening.
Don't you hate it when someone asks what they can do to help the sadness and then lacks the wherewithal to follow through? I'm just giving you my conditions up front.
I wish you peace.
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