If I've said it once, I've felt it a thousand times over - f###, I wish someone would understand.
Realistically speaking, if I get no sympathy for a broken toe, I will not get any sympathy for a broken mind/spirit.
I know this.
And yet I keep wanting/expecting better. And what was that phrase about insanity being the repetition of the same fixed thing over and over and expecting a different result? May have been related to a maths thing like solving [2+2=?] repeatedly and expecting an answer other than 4 each time...
Yes, the angst is back. But angst > catatonia, no?
Peace and love,
S.
