real talk 2014

2013 started off with such potential and then just slowly petered out into a mess of things that I tried to start where other people dropped the ball.

Jobs, relationships, creative projects, blah.

2014 started with my ma yelling at me not to go to the poetry open mic tomorrow because it’s only encouraging me to not go to grad school for no good reason.

No “happy new year” no “oh your awful cold is sounding a little better” just starting the fuck right in.

I hate living like a fucking child, I hate being stuck in this fucking town, I hate having no money, I hate having no day job, I hate having no lady in my life.

The end of 2013 was fucking awful on a scale of my own personal tolerances and experiences (I realize that in reference to others’ lives I’m blessed, we only work off our own contexts emotionally, though) and 2014 started appropriately.

Being lectured like a teenager while sick as a dog.

Lovely.

Fucking lovely.

Happy New Year!