I hate the internet
It tells me things that I wish I didn’t know while at the same time not giving me nearly enough details. So I’m left to sit here and torture myself with all these little bits and pieces of a random stupid puzzle, and then fill in the blanks with my imagination, and the resulting picture may or may not be true, but is probably true, and now I feel things that I was not ready or wanting to feel. What a lousy night.
What I really need to do is stay off Twitter. Twitter will never ever make me happy, Twitter is not my therapist, Twitter is not my friend, Twitter is not my lover. Twitter is funny, but also so mean and so terrible, filled with wretched people and their wretched lives.
Also, for the record, I am not happy for anyone, or anything. I am not happy for you. all your wonderful things. all your happiness. all your right choices. your beautiful life. your vaccination card. your Hawaiian vacation. your capacity to give and receive love.
Okay I am happy for one thing. These shoes:
(It’s actually true though. I was feeling bad and looking for a depressing picture to post here, then I saw this and it made me feel instantly better.)