on the subject of bitchery
it's so hard to remember that everything is perfect and nothing is real, these days. it came to me in a flash of obviousness that my bitchery is a defense mechanism when nothing else will work. it's not the core of my being or my bitter flaw. it just IS. sometimes i need it, sometimes i need to question it. it doesn't mean i don't love. i love hugely. even when i'm thinking all christians are stupid, i know perfectly well that they're not.