Today Is Hard And Horrible; My Wounds Gaping And Sore. Every Moment Brings Another Knife Of Memory From

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

People always say "you matter in this world and to others", I know I matter.

People always say "you can get through it", I know I can.

People always say "you will get better", I know I will...

People always say "you can be happy", I'm sure I can.

People always say "it will get better", statistically that is fact.

People always say "you never know", and they are correct.

People always say "you are not alone", and I'm not.

But the person who mattered is gone, I don't want to fight anymore, I want to be better, but I don't want a different happiness, I don't want a new better, I know he is gone, the person I most wanted to be with is gone.

I matter, I know it will pass but sometimes...

Sometimes I just want to take the only option I have to get him back...

But I won't.

Because he made me a promise, and now that promise is mine to uphold.

I promised I would live on...so I will.

No matter what.

Sometimes...this is all you need.

Do yourself a favor. Sound up. Enjoy.

isn't it insane though how schizophrenic people are viewed as violent and dangerous by the majority of society when in reality schizophrenic people are nearly 14 times more likely to be on the receiving end of violence than to be the perpetrators...

So can we talk about the absolutely stunning duplicity going on here?

Yesterday was hard, today is much the same. My sobriety is one of the few things I have left that are purely good and I am happy to say that just for today I feel happy being and staying sober. I just keep reminding myself that things will get better.

And if they don't, we'll at least I can look forward to the end.

Laughter feels good for about 3 seconds.

Then melancholy quickly plummets into despair and longing.

Must ignore

Must push back

d o n t t h i n k a b o u t i t

Today is harder than any day I ever thought I'd bare;

It's even harder cause I'm surrounded by people who do not care.

They may care about me and the pain that runs through,

But they are perfectly incapable of actually missing you.

I feel that you're still out there though it does feel far away;

How am I supposed to accept that you have gone a different way?

I've loved and fought for so long I don't know how to stop,

And it's even fucking harder to finally give up.

I worshipped you, I prayed for you, I fell down to my knees

Hopin' and prayin' for a life we fought to see;

But now you've taken your own life and brought it to an end;

I thought that at the very least I'd find a way to call you friend.

I thought I had accepted that our love just couldn't be,

But what I failed to realize was how strong you were still holding on to me.

I was holding onto hope for us harder than any drug I've had,

Even though I knew that any ending would only turn out bad.

But this was not an end that I'd ever thought I'd see,

Now you're gone and taken every single piece of me.

Sometimes trying to remind yourself that a new love-interest won't help is like trying to convince a diabetic that even a little sugar is bad for them.