A Jar of Reasons Why, Stuffed at the Top of a Tall Closet

Posted: March 2, 2012 in Uncategorized

I am…doing my best here. Last night was kind of rough, this morning is still rough. My throat kind of hurts, I think it’s just dry, but the hoarseness is uncomfortable. The brain is addled. The heart is wounded. It’s not quite a violation of trust, because that isn’t the issue whatsoever. It’s more like…one of those days when you realize the world is just a certain way, and that the gears are too big and too fast to try and turn them the other direction.

I wrote a lot more and it was that vague internet whininess stuff, so it’s gone. Just know I’m fighting the scale of battles that a single man can handle.


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