No Better Than Me
Profile February 4th, 2004
Perspective. That’s all I need. I read about those who live life filled with real tragedy, not something as trite as loathing for an employer. It’s been worse before, and it will be worse again. Racing through the hills and valleys of manic-depression. Yes, I am a crazy person, but aren’t we all to some degree? I had to let the anger out so I could fill the space with something healthier. Yes, tears are still knocking on my eyelids, wanting out. They can do nothing for me now, save intensify this headache that rattles in my skull.
I will go to school tonight and learn. When I get home I shall embrace my lover/best friend/partner and thank him for being there. I will hug my beagle and caress my kitty. Then I will outrun the rage that beats within my breast. If I deny it oxygen, if I run till my lungs burn, then I will sleep.
Perspective. They are no better than me. They are not worth my sanity.
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