I’m mad and I’m angry and I can’t see straight to make it out of my cube.  I’m sick of it, all of it.  The mere thought of one more person not telling me how it is or what they want makes my head spin off my shoulders.
 
Why can’t we just say what we want and have a meaningful conversation?  Why can’t we get what we fucking want sometimes?  I feel like I’ve been lied to so much my heart doesn’t care any more.  It’ll just beat the same old song of denial for me to march on to.
 
I guess this explains why I haven’t written much lately.  There is only so much of this I can take, so I know you don’t want to read it.  I keep walking and eventually I know I’ll end up in the right place.