I wonder if what's wrong with me is what's wrong with you?
God I scare myself with the my faulty method of coping with the giant sized pickles that clown named 'Life' chucks at me. I already know the outcome and await the approaching doom. What a bitch.
Someone recently suggested to me that I stop trying so hard to "compose" my blog posts and rather just speak freely about my surroundings and the many thoughts racing through my brain. After contemplating this suggestion I decided to make an effort to just be me...raw...uncontained...open. But when I reveal what is inside, beware that it I am not by any means typical...sane?
