Negativity will eat us alive and that is why you are reading so much of mine, I am letting it go letter by letter, syllable by syllable, page by page. I have been in counseling for personal development but recently it’s been for grief. I feel like Santa Clause with a huge bag on his back and emptying it along the way. I’m so over the bullshit lines for the widow, move on, let go, things will be ok. Really and your husband is where? He’s fucking his secretary bitch so shut the fuck up.
If we are to learn from relationships, we must look at them in their entirety – we can not pick and choose and expect a different outcome the next time around, and yes there is always a next. You cannot tell me about an experience that you have not lived. You cannot tell me that life is full of wonders, I fucking already know that thank you very much you asshole. You think you have the slightest idea of what I have been living? You do not even have the slightest clue so don’t preach to the choir bitch, If I could flush all the shit out of mind like I can my body before a colonoscopy life would be easier, so much easier.
I am living off of tin cans, it’s the only money I have to put gas in the car but one thing I do know for sure is I will never sell my soul for a penny like the cunt. Unfortunately, I have the ability not only to feel your pain but to absorb it like a sponge. I get swallowed up in other’s sadness and loss and empathy is me with a huge E. Where is Marilyn? I am a Marilyn Monroe of the world.