It’s been 14 (I think) years. And I am still a ruinous human.
Mother’s Day is tomorrow and I am wallowing like a grade A chicken. Why else would anyone like me? Did I mention that I was ruinous? I am actually fucking awful.
Surprise, surprise. I suck at life. It’s wuch a familiar refrain someday soon someone is going to be like ‘okay we’ve had enough’ and I will float away. Happily
Drowning in my own awareness.
