I awoke, bitterness and resentment battling for my heart. Being weak and beaten down to the point of emotional shutdown due to self mutilation, I missed a turn somewhere. Thought I was pulling into a rest stop when I was actually taking a detour to a 1000 foot chasm on a tricycle. Figures, the price of gas affects everything.
I have what it takes to be a super hero. Feelings of horrific loss, abandonment, and a major attitude. Calling you out... nemesis worthy of confrontation. Otherwise don't waste my time.
By morning big hearted humanitarian and klutz extrodinaire , mid afternoon morphs into heavy builder- contractor- go to gal. By evening a taciturn, withdrawn caped avenger masked by clitoral cloak of chastity. Balance is key
-the Holey Order of Sisters for Perpetual Responsibility
