The real reason I clothe myself in a whirlwind of fury and hatred…is embarrassing really. I was just about to write it here and realized that people are seeing this. Stupid people with their people-y thoughts and opinions…it’s all their doing, really. Really.

I am starting this because there have been several people who have expressed a desire to communicate with each other through blogging. Different groups of friends. Wanting to speak with complete honesty, sharing real thoughts and feelings.

To be honest, I’m not sure how honest I want to be. But I guess I could start by talking about why I am “clothed in fury”. I could just delete this if I wake up tomorrow and decide it is stupid.

So. The reason I do that is an embarrassing one because the one I am really angry at is myself. For allowing myself to hope, even just a little. And the hope was not realized. Who the hell was I to hope, to trust, to believe in people-or myself?

Now if we were to crack open any self-help book, the above statements will be immediately declared total BS, that I should forgive and love myself and move the fuck on because you know, the law of attraction is totally gonna bite you in the ass if you dwell on it.

Well fine.

You know just now I imagined all the havoc I would unleash onto the world. And then I laughed. Maybe I can forgive after all. Lulz!