Trooper For Awhile

I let the date get to me. Coupled with the misery of how I felt, last night. It's all connected. I just let myself be miserable and sulk and wallow. Screw it. I have been a relatively pretty good little trooper during all this time, always trying to self-improve or just have more positivity. But, what good does it do? What has it really changed? What has benefitted from it? I'm still no closer to being loved than I was four years ago.

So, I'll take my free pass day, and wear my grievances and chips on my shoulder as a mask, beat on the old heartache drum as its muse, and just indulge in obnoxious self-pity wallowing. Other years have been either more positive or healing or nothing, but not this one. I'll get back to myself, the trooper, tomorrow. But, for today, the only joy afforded was a quick visit from Derek, tonight, who was so obviously sleepy and needed bed, but wanted to see to it that I had some bud for the night.
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Mopy
When I use TWITTER people rarely talk me and I am always being suspended.This site reminds me of the old TWITTER.
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