Can’t say that I’ve wanted to use this thing as of late.
Wanted to say something though…
To those of you (and there are a few) who think I get a choice…
I don’t get a choice in it, but I do get to choose who I burden with it.
So, from now on, don’t expect to hear about it. If you get caught up in it, then find a way out or hang on tight.
You want to help? Fine. Help.
Don’t bloody well tell me you think it’s garbage, because I don’t need it.
Yes. This is about me.
Because it’s my shit. To deal with etc.
Gods… I really would just like to be normal for you bastards. Really.
And I mean bastard in the nicest of senses.
I’m fucked up.
I carry baggage and rage out. I have issues and fucking hate most everything. I am either upset and enraged, or I’m depressed. That’s who I am.
I’m not sorry.
I don’t have time to be sorry.
I’m fucking trying to become more than I am.
Because I don’t get a choice in that. But I can choose to become more than the choices denied.
So hang the Fuck on, while we improve our fucking customer experience, and pardon our fucking dust.
That is all.