To say I've neglected this is not an overstatement,
Just as anything which helps me express and feel better, I neglect it. Is it really depression or masochistic narcissism? But tell me how were you when I was away? You probably noticed when I stopped posting because it was less to avoid.
No more ramblings from an anon drama queen. Or did you assume I gave up with the writing career that has gotten me nowhere in a hurry?
These past few months were less personal than the ones before, but a lot more stressful. No longer groped, I am forcibly roped into doing others work simply because they say. It's my fault -- It's my teams fault -- It's the world's fault for their shortcomings.
No.
We didn't bring the mold. We didn't bring the sewage. We didn't do your hiring. That was your bitch ass. Let me personify the situation in a mythical style next chapter:
YOU ARE READING
Unbeautiful
EspiritualShe's uninteresting. She's not beautiful, She's not unique. Her depression is an obsession of her mind trying to find what's wrong, and why is she always second best. Sometimes it's poetry, Sometimes it's stories. The likes are validating because sh...
