I felt as if coming here and having an angry rant would help but
I'm smart enough to know better. I'm smart enough not to fight back
and smart enough to give up when I can't do anymore. I'm smart enough
to hang up, to walk away and close up tight when I've had enough and
I'm so wholly conscious of how exposed I am here.
The numbness
is starting to leave and being here trying to coordinate friends and
not tell them to take a flying leap because I need them here
and trying to not feel alone is starting to turn zombiegirl into an
angry angry person who is...prone to moments of total and utter
helplessness.
I'm not looking forward to this part. This
part's going to hurt.
