Nobody appreciates how hard I work to not be the person I used to be. But when I slip, when that ugly hateful vicious personality rears it's head, it's always my fault. I'm always the one who should do better. I've heard it so often that I actually believe it too. I'm not good enough, can't (1/2)

If my only problem in life was that I won't be getting SNAP to buy food for my kids this month, or ever again if the government gets their way, I could probably cope with it without having to post on a vent account like I'm 16 again. But I've been shoving things down for ages and this camel's (1/2)

This is my Shouting Into The Void account and it's probably gonna get a lot more use as the government continues to fuck me prison style.

Ran into a friend this week at the theater. I haven't seen her in almost a year after a rather tearful goodbye because of some health problems. She wouldn't look at me, returned my wave in the way you do on instinct but cut it off halfway and ducked into a theater before I could approach. I've (1/2)

I'm just so very tired. And it makes me mean. And nobody cares, they just get mad that I'm not nice. But I haven't /earned/ the /privilege/ to be tired. Despite every trauma, health problem, and financial difficulty, I haven't /done enough/ to /deserve/ to say I'm tired. Someone might try to (1/3)

L-E-T-D-O-W-N, Don't let me pull you down into the place I'm in.

Is it cringe to vague-post using song lyrics like it's 2008? Because I think I'm gonna bring that old habit back and try to kill the last bit of myself that asks if something is cringe.

The personal vague-ranting account I haven't bothered to make since ye olden Tumblr days. Back and more busted down than my first car. ✌️✌️