rage out of despair

bloody valentine's day, motherfuckers. for all you suicidal true believers, don't kill yourself on a pseudo-holiday manufactured by the assholes at hallmark. christmas and new year's eve are the best times for untimely deaths, so if you're reading this, you missed your chance for a while.

"cautiously optimistic" is the phrase for the year (so far).

the world's still very difficult and there's so much to do. but increasingly, i feel the need to clean house and show people what i'm made of. because people forget. or people never knew. but i genuinely want them to find out this year. out of the generosity of my boiling misanthropy.

things have been so fucked up for so long. i don't think anybody can fault me for not doing the best that i could in the past 5+ months. i'm not out of the woods yet, but come what may -- and though i may forget it at times -- i think this world needs me. one day, you'll know why.