a stupid but necessary rant after the jump
So it's a stroke. His vital signs are all awry and this is The End. Everything else is so incredibly frivolous to the point of being grotesque, obscene and disrespectful. I'll just do a quick read of REER and NEER and journal articles on feminist science, as if all that could fucking douse the pain. I hate being upset, I hate myself for being upset, I want to stop breathing and fucking die right now but that would only cause further inconvenience. And life doesn't suck completely (yet). And we live each day in a perpetual struggle. I don't even know if I'm sad or angry. This existence doesn't pander to emotion.
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