December 15, 2010
I'm truly/madly/deeply in passionate hatred with the vice grip others can occasionally have on my emotions. Some days, I exist in perfect symbiotic coherence with my environment and the world around me: as a single being. Other days, I spend more than a few minutes rolling around on the floor struggling to clasp my fingers around the slippery, deceitful beast anguish. And it's pointless to plot methods of escape when the only way to relinquish utter control is to give up this semblance of structure I have so very carefully devised for myself throughout the past heartwrenching year.