This has been without doubt the worst year of my life, and it looks like it's going to go out with a bang.
I didn't realize it was possible to live at this level of hyper-anxiety permanently. I wish I could switch off, I wish I could pop a pill, but I refuse to medicate something that is entirely rational, understandable and situational. Instead I am just going to attempt to stop worrying. In essence I am going to take a month off from caring. I am going to let someone else figure out how we're going to get out of this one, or not, we'll just see what happens.
It's not my problem. I am giving up for a month. I am reclaiming my life and my peace of mind.
Maybe I'm broken, maybe I'm free.
Fuck it.
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This is why people take Jesus as their personal savior, so they can look up at the sky and say, "Fuck it."
(Congratulations on the citizenship, by the way! You're still the product of 1,000 of rarified andogyny, no matter what the card in your wallet says. xo)
1,000 YEARS, goddamnit.
Thank you for this nice post ... and smiling (for no obvious subject)!
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