12,426 Days Alive
7 Minutes and Counting with Hiccups
2 Cookies Eaten
I need space to be unhappy. To be miserable. My Darling Wife allows me this, as do the friends I hold dear.
I don’t want to hear about how I’m loved and shit. I like to hear about how being honest about my struggles is disturbing but helpful.
I want to ride this wave of awful and come out the other side.
There are those I have no desire to depend on, people on whom I know I cannot depend with any certainty.
And there are those that would burn worlds for me.
Both have their place.
For now, I’ll let the sharks and shadows circle and deal with things as they come.
It gets better.
I won’t give up.