It's torture when you've outlived your own lifetime. Existence becomes only the momentum of persistence.

So much now seems anchored in fate. Not some airy, ethereal, undefinable fate but, in large part, a series of inevitabilities with adversity arising from some of the most seemingly unlikely places. My most intense wish is that my bio-mom had aborted me and saved my real mom all that bloody fucking hell I brought into her life -- neither of us able ( Read more... )