My personal hell. [View all]
I can talk about my depressed, OCD, autistic spectrum occasionally psychotic and paranoid self, my dead bag lady grandma, my mom who has God's direct telephone number unlike the Popes who probably never get past Saint Peter or his undersecretaries and then only rarely, my dead autistic rocket scientist grandfather putting together the pieces of recovered Nazi technology, POW's, American drug and alcohol addict mad scientists, or my other grandpa who was a conscientious objector during the war who refused to touch a gun and picked up a welding torch instead but later killed himself with a gun shortly after he retired...
These genes survive, and they are obviously good for something, and finding like and reproducing, but damn there are days I just want to run away from it all and live alone in the woods.
No worries, my current meds are adequate, not too unpleasant, no dangers.
I'm just tired and cranky today.
I'm not seeing a good grumpy smiley. This one is close, but a bit too much:
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