Silent Across

I am not very nice these days and my ADD when it works, keeps me high functioning.

I've been sharing my room since the beginning of february and now finally four months later, I start to lose my nerve. I miss solitude and the quiet hour before dawn when I can sit alone with hot coffee and a blank screen ahead of me and craft out the rising dawn.

Finding that I have too much in my mouth to chew I begin spitting responsibilities onto the dirt. Especially the unchosen, unelected ones.

I was informed recently that I am too old to be such a bitch and that if I never ever have any intention of fucking a man, then I best tell him tout suite.