Hey, at least I'm writing!

She speaks honestly and from the heart

"I have my own thoughts."

Well, as long as you keep the hurtful ones to yourself and only say those that will help someone in their growth process. What the hell am I saying.

Transitions are hard.
Change is tough.
I'm not going home for Christmas.
I just want peace and quiet
I can't take all the yelling.

Just let it roll off.

Dude, I don't get paid nearly enough for this.

I am worth more than this.
Is this what my life has amounted to?

A steady stream of babbled gibberish on continuous instant replay.
I'm pretty sure I'm doomed to have a baby with developmental disabilities for the shit I've been talking.

I feel

crazy
exhausted
like my head is spinning
confused
like I just flushed my head down the toilet
the love
all around me
despite
the madness

I hold on to

the pen in my hand
that allows me to maintain
some shred of dignity
with my
compulsive notion to scrawl everything down as
it happens
It's a control thing