A while ago a broke my finger and dislocated it at the same time. But that’s past the point. I mean, after heart surgery, calf surgery, foot surgery, cracking my head open like an egg, bladder surgery, no one needs to know about this part surgery, yet another heart surgery (in no particular order) I don’t understand. If life keeps throwing injuries at me, that I somehow enjoy, why don’t I get to cause some to? Why should I be clean if I never end up clean as the world around me injures me too? Maybe it’s this place… Every time I come back here, crawling back like my idiot self would, I always get that trigger. So do you understand it? I feel worse coming to the place that is supposed to make me feel better. At least I’m clean (major stuff at least…) but who knows how long until I strike?
Okay sure, I’ll undelete that last post. What’s the worst I can get publicly shamed for?