Who told you you were supposed to be happy, without pain, or suffering?
The ego lies.
Suffer with me, purposely.
These are the wars we choose to fight so the wars don't get fought against us or inside us.
New story for me? I enjoy this pain now. I choose this pain. I thought I didnt love myself, that's why I never could take care of myself... nah.
I loved myself too much that I thought I was above this "life", that I "deserved better"
I choose this battle, now. I am here for it. Hi.

Remember, the current is the best part of the river, its a lil dangerous, but you can do so many thrilling tricks. You can't stand in the same river twice, anyhow. Stop being in the shallows, jump in' - the waters fine.

Solipsistic self saviour strategy still saves souls severed seemingly safely so solidarity sews, sees and secures several siblings ;)

Motivational Mondays mean my mind must move mindfully, morally ... more megalithically. My modes marred, matted, marking mere moments made mighty mired matriarichally mending musty mindtraps and melting my modalities making a massive megazord made of multitudes of memories.

I show up to downtown just as everyone starts heading out. It was such beautiful chaos and carnage. Wigs, masks, bits of feather boas literring the streets. The lost and fearful gaze of those trying to locate their brethren. Panicked phonecalls, fights over cabs. Glass and debris everywhere... The stale stench of smashed beer bottles mixed with the thick scent of ***** that you can blatantly see trailing down the asphalt from the alleyway. I kind of like the after-hour societal decay more than I might have enjoyed the night itself. Gross realness. I mean that as two meanings... The sheer amount and the level of filth. Glorious.

Lala from the N to the S and the E plus some W. Here to slice you off some fruity zest.

Looking for the thing you lack usually means you ignore who's got your back