My blood sings with words.

There are a thousand thoughts
a million words
and stories that want to be written
that constantly are in my head
that never shut the hell up
write write write
write forever
write morbid
write dying
write horrible
but just let it out

"What is the most basic article of faith?"
"This is not all that we are."

One of the Great Secrets of Adulthood,
as it says on Captain Awkward
I can say no
and I owe no one an explanation.
I'm still learning that
also, that website is the best
seriously
feminism, advice and what self love looks like
also, multiple stories of my life.

Wish I could find a million things to write about
or maybe a story
finding stories is my delight
but it is so difficult
more difficult
the whole world is made of fairy tales it seems
and music
and love, maybe.

This day has been freakishly long
I am pretty tired
and I have played a lot of Darksiders 2
And it is a gorgeous
and visually pleasing game.
But since I suck at most games that
you don't play on the computer
I'm having a hard time getting through it
I know I know
call me a whaaaambulance.
And by saying that, I have accidentally triggered the
part of my brain that sings
LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART
BUT THE VERY NEXT DAY YOU GAVE IT AWAY.
That's nice.

Boy, I'd like a drink.
Something to take a little bit of an edge off.
Long days and pleasant nights.
at least hopefully.