Let me tell you something about my life, internet. <\/p>\n
It’s fucked.<\/p>\n
I mean, my life is great in a lot of ways, blah blah obligatory qualifications hooey. I have my health, my freedom, my family, and some truly amazing people in my life. But my life is \u2014 and I am \u2014 fucked up in ways that are just stupid and frustrating and constant and epic. <\/p>\n
I have had the kind of week \u2014 okay, past few weeks, months, years, etc. \u2014 that I wish I could vomit up. Like a tequila-soaked worm. Just get it out of my gut and flush it and pretend it didn’t exist. <\/p>\n
I am ready to move past this phase of my life. The ennui, the uncertainty, the guilt, the fear, the loneliness, all of it. I need a rebirth. A renaissance. A lobotomy. Something. <\/p>\n
There is so much work to be done in me but I feel like time is wasting, sand grains are dropping and still I sit, immobile, unable to figure out what steps to take to make myself happy, much less actually take them. And with each day that passes, I see more and more of the parts of myself that I don’t like growing. (Is there a better way to phrase that? Probably. Eh.)<\/p>\n
And I am so fucking tired of worrying about how things are going to end up that I can’t stop fantasizing about moving to a city with cliffs so I can go take a flying leap off of one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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