Putting on the strong face

Honestly, how long can I keep this up?

This silence …. when everything inside me is SCREAMING.

That sounds like forced dramatics, but the truth is that it is very much….the truth.

If there was someway to convey what I’m feeling other than


If I could find the words……no….maybe it is that there are no words? Or maybe its that sometimes in life there are too many words and you just don’t know where to begin.

I’m fucking angry and I’m trying to pretend that I accept this exsistence as my cosmic destiny…everything happens for a reason and all that gooey horseshit…..but let’s be honest: Isn’t that what good people tell them selves when they are stuck cleaning up the messes of egostitical, horrible, low-life, waste of sperm and egg entities and their fucked up sense of entitlement who do whatever they want with no regard for….well, ANYTHING?

You know what I need? I need one of those people who will sit and listen to me talk for hours on end and put all of it into nicely formatted, gramatically correct chapters.

Universe, I believe at some point you have to balance.

Get on with it. ….