Someday to learn to step around the dark hole....

You'd think at #* years old I would have figured it out by now...wouldn't you? Yeah, I thought so too. But no. So, now back at the bottom of the abyss, I look upward for some sort of divine rock of knowledge to hit me over the head. Maybe it will kill me and I won't have to worry about it anymore. No more backstabbing, asskissing bitches to wreck havoc behind my oh so naive self. No more ungrateful children to forget that the world doesn't entirely revolve around them even though you do everything in your power raising them to help them believe so. No more stupid people who don't carry signs and blindside you with their idiocy. Where is ignorant bliss?

The logical thing to do at this point it would seem, is to try to find a way to climb out of the hole. That's what $125 an hour therapists have told me in the past as they hand me a prescription for happy pills. Scotch works better I've found. Scotch and sublime solitude. Neither one of which I have right now. If someone were to throw me a rope, I'm not sure I'd take it. There's backstabbers, ingrates, and signless stupid people up there. Why the hell would I want to go back up there? Keep your fucking rope. I'm staying here.