I am just so fucking sick and tired of things going brilliantly for a time, just to have it all fucking fall down around me as soon as I dare to start feeling good. On a day when I did my nails, felt good about my makeup and great about my clothes, saw great friends and had a good time following a really awesome counselling session, I did not want to come home and end up crying into a fucking cup of tea.
Fuck it all.
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It's a matter of prescience; no, not the science fiction kind.
It's all about ignorance, and greed, and miracles for the blind.
The media parading disjointed politics
Founded on petrochemical plunder, and we're its hostages.