We have a love, hate relationship.
It shows me things I don’t really want to see and sometimes it surprises me with something on TMC, but for the most part we are never really in accordance.
I clogged the toilet but failed to unclog it, then proceeded to curse at it. I treat most things like a nuisance, including myself.
I know I must sound like something morbid or attention seeking, but I’m not. Then again you don’t really know me so my account of my own behavior is bias. I don’t think I’m some dilution of Angelina Jolie in Girl Interrupted or the facsimile of Marla Singer. That seems to be a rather popular stereotype. I guess I understand the allure of being misunderstood and alienated. However, having actually been admitted into a psych ward it’s really not all that dazzling. If anything I wish I could be akin to Doris Day or Audrey Hepburn. I want more than anything to experience life the way everyone else does, now how exactly do I think others perceive life? In a somewhat more positive ray of light than I do. I’d like to be able to take a walk and not think someone is following me or going to attack me from behind (this is a legitimate concern).
I feel like I’m just here. Just being. I’m sure I am not the only one.