14,691 Days Alive
I am exhausted and overwhelmed and fucking drowning.
Lucian’s sole surviving adoptive parent is a harridan of a woman named Mickey. When I say I wish violence upon her person, I mean by my own hands. I want to make her cry. Maybe it is, in some small part, misplaced aggression from all the damn stress of being laid off. But I am ready to swing on the next person that upsets Lucian. Older sibling or not, I am ready to drive to Tennessee and drop kick Mickey off the tallest cliff can find.
I am going to crawl into bed and try to sleep for a few hours.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 