B.21.Though I walk through the Valley of the shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil, because I am the meanest motherfucker in the Valley.
I’m trying so hard to live a life that follows a path of happiness and not fear, but it follows me everywhere. It’s in the shadows, in doorways, in corners i can’t see, it looms and waits for a moment of anxiety to sneak it’s way in. And then it’s 7 in the morning and the fear of being alive is so paralyzing, so intoxicating, it’s almost too easy to give in. And so the tears start coming, and the questions i never wnna ask are floating around at 100 mph in my head, the one after meaner than the last. And i begin to revert, to miss the feeling of relying on my mom, taking care of me used to be her job, at least then it was her fucking me up, and not me. I’m trying so hard not to let it control my life, the fear, but it is so hard when you feel so alone.
where are my fellow hysterical women who would have either been a) an oracle in ancient greece or b) burned at the stake in medieval times…..make some noise ladies
How many times can the same thing break your heart?
