FRAUGHT, FRANTIC & FURIOUS

Sure, be furious.

But what do I gain by lashing out when the anxiety,  the sickening suffocating loneliness and the sheer impossible manner in which I am expected to keep on surviving, let alone living or even thriving reaches boiling point?

I just end up alienating  yet a few more people who were once upon a time quite well-disposed towards me.

And it’s not like any of my friends and family, near or far had a hand in the losing streak my personal and somewhat peculiar deck of cards seems so often to produce.

I should probably apply to the proper authorities to get my forehead stamped with a health warning of some kind as well as a strict expiry date ..

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