Something to say

Sometimes I really don’t know what I’m doing. With little hope of achievement and high likelihood of now playing a part in making things worse, off I go to have this goddamned conversation that I started asking for on Tuesday. I can’t get rid of the venom I taste in my blood, and I know that while it is the only thing protecting me, it is the easiest way to guarantee failure in meeting my original intent. Boy is this fun…

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