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Fat bellied rants


These days I have so much to say but most times I just stay at the blinking cursor, is it writer’s block, I have no words to trap and put down; they’re flying free like birds outside the Sydney museum. It’s definitely not joy that I feel down in me, this is intense pain it's swelling up inside of me and I’ve not been drinking yeast.
          A mad professor told me once “I think it’s funny that you expect people to treat you the way you treat them” (inserts Joker laughter) life isn’t a fairytale your fairy godmother won’t appear one day and “hipity bipity boop” away all your pains you would face it and you would face most of it alone. 
I feel we are going through similar struggles and so we should try making things easier for each other. It's rather disgusting to see broken people break other people
; but this is becoming a norm.


2019? We go buy benzzzzzzzzzz! Lol, you didn’t tell me I would see shege, you didn’t tell me I would fight for my life, you didn’t tell me I would fight for my sanity, and you definitely didn’t tell me I’d lose so much on such short notice. Ever feel like a joke? 

Somedays in my life I want to ask if my life is a skit because I am not getting the joke. I want to spill more but hey this is supposed to be a happy place right? I want to disappear, delete accounts, and all contact information, go far far away with a new identity. I’m grateful for life and for the few gifts I can claim.

I’d write stories and better experiences when I am stable
for now it's just me and my ever-expanding fat belly

Comments

  1. OMG! I fell that way sometimes too! "Did I miss it? Did I take a wrong turn? Does it end?" Like my friend says "It isn't over until it is"

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