Riddle me this.

What’s worse?

thinking you know something but not having solid proof and your brain filling in the gaps with razorblades

Or knowing something to be true and having to wake up every day with it lodged in your brain like a piece of rotten popcorn?

(can popcorn even go rotten? idk, I digress)

I feel as if I have all these broken pieces in my life that I have to make new and none of them fit together. They’re just sitting in my lap, grungy and dirty. Every piece of them has a component that makes them work, and every one of those cogs & wheels are broken. Paging McGuyver, please.

To answer my own question, I guess it doesn’t matter which is worse, because your imagination will stick a knife in your back, either way.

For those who came looking for sunshine and rainbows and great gobs of Fooling Yourself, please hit the X button on your browser. I am indeed a dark little creature but I’ll outlive every one of those little bitches who can’t look at reality straight on. My war chest may be ugly but I got what I need to keep going.

Up next! Grapes, wrath and forty two episodes of Roseanne!

Because if you think about it

Becky was fucking boring.