You can leave

That’s the phrase that’s been floating through my scarred brain lately. And I am/have. Facebook. Google. Twitter might be next if I can find something that I find to be an adequate replacement. Sometimes, it’s the only thing left.

Twenty-five (8/14)

Really tacking back to pre-9/11 entries to see where I was, mentally, back then. Holding Everything Together I sometimes wonder why, exactly, I’m the only one I know who totally seems to have things together….why I don’t have any devestating problems….why my issues are less significant than other people’s. It all seems so improbable…that I’d … Continue reading “Twenty-five (8/14)”

Twenty-eight

Is there someone you were close to at one point in time, that you can no longer stand to be around? (From 2020…) My response back then was: Absolutely. Her. Him. Her. No ill-will towards him. Well, I still talk to her sometimes. Him, too. *shrug* You know, I think some of those was the people who … Continue reading “Twenty-eight”

Saturday, again

But it’s not the morning, at least. I didn’t work yesterday to avoid earning a bunch more paid time off. I need to take some time, but I’m not sure when that’ll happen. Still kind of on edge about job security. Perhaps I should be more pensive about that, but I can’t bring myself to … Continue reading “Saturday, again”