Toxic bucket is full

This winter has sucked. Am I right that this winter has sucked? Fucking. Sucks.
My anxiety/anger/no good very bad day bucket is overflowing like whoa. Last night I couldn’t fall asleep, just stared at the ceiling for five hours. Every time I’d start to fade out, shut my eyes, start to have weird thoughts that are [...]

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Fuck that guy

Mr. Flint emailed me. He would like to get together to “address our grievances,” if only for the sake of our mutual friends, because they shouldn’t have to choose between us. A bloo bloo bloo.
My amazing ability to read between the lines translates this for me:
“I would like to find some way to make you [...]

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Panic and anxiety

Did I mention that this blog is more or less my psychological dumping ground? Or did you already figure that out, you’re so smart.
I used to do a lot more blogging about news and politics and things. I used to do a lot more thinking about those things, for that matter. Sometimes I feel like [...]

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Another bad day

Panic. Fear. Not Good Enough. Twenty-four and no books, no paintings, no career, no new theory of Panic, Fear, Not Good Enough that holds water through the next bout of horror. Existential crisis. Have not read enough about existentialism to say this with authority. Failed intellectualism. Navel-gazing. Arrogance. Faking a sense of worth. They’ll all [...]

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