I don't like living here. This world stinks.
I don't like that I live in a world where this stuff happens:
female genital mutilation
death ...and the list goes on.
I can't watch the news anymore. When I do, the crushing feelings I have inside build until I feel like I'm about to wail, throw things, or throw up.
I can't listen to many of my friends who try to convince me that things will get better, that my personal grief over Vincent's death is something to "overcome" or "triumph" over. (oh, you should hear me rant on that one, I have many theological points in my favor!!) So sometimes I feel like I don't have many friends, except for some of you guys online.
I'd just like to sleep all day, but I have too much stuff to do. So instead I'm eating tons of garlic bread. Go figure.
This world is not my home.
Can I go home now, please?