soooo... it's real

PMS.. and holy moly she's a bitch.

that
is
all

fuck you tantrum!! Part II

It' will be 8 years in December since I had my last official fuck you (me)! tantrum.

are you surprised? 

I'm not either. 

Well I am, who am i kidding. 

blue skies have been swirling 

sunny days have kissed me

pretty boys are lurking on the wayside

as i sit skipping rocks

cursing myself for the sharp stone i sit on

my fingers kneading one corner. 

that small little corner that i smooth out

smoothing out over and over, hypnotized

looking out to the vast ocean i find myself in

the heartache of helplessness

Our country and the rest of the planet is so divided. For those of us that don't want to feel that division. For those of us that want to stop pointing fingers. For those of us that want to come to a sincere agreement of the problems that plague us... we feel utterly helpless. We feel tired. and we feel sad for those that it effects directly with loss and true pain.  we all know the antidote  "you must admit there is a problem..." before you can begin to understand it, Then you can begin to try and "fix it". 

I am sad to say that some of the people i love most will not admit, unconditionally, that there is a problem.