satanspetcat

The last thing I wrote was overwrought, overthought, and generally not very good. When in the moment honesty breaks down into exagerated recollections that eventually amount between a poor mix of truth and sensationalism, it's generally just bad.

So, among other things, I've found out that I have been mistaken for the past few months, and that I do not have the parental support that I thought that I did, and things like, "Do what you think will make you happy, because that is what's most important (within these bounds)." does not really mean that at all. In a life where the constant fear of disappointing has pervaded deep in my mind, it is disconcerting, at the least, to find that the remission of these expectations is only a facade. Deeply saddening.

Which is why I'm not at home today.

In retrospect, I think I actually just "ran away" from home. I hope that's okay?

So as to provide at least a moment of levity in an otherwise bleak (and very clich) day: