Is this really Regina Spektor? Did I honestly get born missing the ability to take anything for face value or did I lose it somewhere along the way to this show yesteryear? I get crazy confused about how my life's gone since I 'left the city' and I think it's a good idea to just ask. For a friend. I'm serious...she said her name was Mary. I also met Bob Dylan one time, and also everybody's mom. Even John's. Who also said her name was Mary. I won't tell em Billy Joel's name. I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm not sure how many realities we're operating in here. Facebook don't wanna know. They have flagged links to my blog as violation of community standards. I never meant to violate anybody. I am deeply humiliated that being violated led me to behaving in ways that made others feel as such. I just wanted to help make the world a better place by speaking out and shaming myself in all-serious-jest-mode just increased my own and worried others at best. I feel as if I did do some good somehow anyway and I have decided that this is definitely my last post. I hope everyone is doing good and being well. I miss my old friends but I don't need to use anybody for personal validation ever again. My intention is to get on with my bad self as my Aunt Paula likes to say. I forgive myself. I am happy. I look forward to the rest of my life. I may have behaved like a terrible person but I'm still good people. I try. I don't cry so much anymore. I like my house and my new dog. My cat ran away and I went to county for a bout of PTSD induced not pulling over going 73 in dense fog at night. Anyway, the point is, I've been effectively pigeonholed into settling down some and just doing what makes sense. School. Work. Time with my family. Being outside. Enjoying all the personal peace I've fought for and embracing the opportunity to help ensure that for others. Thank you to all the people I've ever met wherever you may be.
