Rants. There’s beauty in memories and there’s also moments of confusion. But beyond that, the day-to-day is a guessing game with a mind that’s running a few beats behind. It’s frustrating. It’s exhausting. And I’m still at the starting line.
I will be writing a lot of pieces that fall under this category. I can’t bottle this portion inside. Not healthy. I can’t tell the stranger on the phone to go fuck themselves and then expect them to continue to at least pretend to help me. Not entirely realistic.
And so, I will write. And I will share it so that it actually feels like my fucks have flown off somewhere. Safe to say they’ll have a bit more profanity than other pieces.
If you don’t like that, don’t click on the “Rants” category. If you maybe kinda prefer that, welcome.