It is possible to make no mistakes and still lose.
Telling one’s story over & over again is a way to hold on to grief about the past or a narrative that places blame on others.
I am not dramatic, uncooperative, abusive or dumb by nature, I am just reacting & trying my best to make sense of conditions that are impossible to endure without a visceral response.
And just because I am not buying what you are trying to sell me (or, at times, haphazardly shoving down my gob) does not mean I am not hungry.
I am starving.
I would rather not have what you are offering, is all. Living off from the skin cells in the air and pure spite IS EASY & I will do so before I take anything else from you, je vous remercie.
Or wither into a husk and blow away with the other discarded, ignored & unloved refuse in the gutter.
Okay… perhaps I am slightly spectaculaire, dear hearts, but if I am, it is for effect. You know, like theatrical recess or analytical writing (or inkblots).
