i wonder why this week feels like crap.
my cousin’s grandson takes his own life.
i recognize that i deeply experience emotions and sometimes blow people out of the water trying to express them. btw, i shared this with a friend. I shared the part about sometimes when i share deep emotions with a friend, i blow people out of the water. they replied, “ok, i got to go.” i can’t decide if that is so sad it’s funny or so funny it makes it sad.
someone obviously superior to me attempted to invalidate my writing style.
Mary sincerely questions one of my pillars of support.
i’m glad this last week, meaning seven days, now appears in my rear view mirror. anyone care to promise me a better week this week?