like poison

Wow. Just wow.

The last time I posted something on this zombie space was in October. So much for reviving my blog. Feels like I am writing for myself to read.

Might as well bitch and rant to my heart's content then.

I've lost inspiration to write. What is there to write about when everything looks grey? When you're fighting depression, where the fuck do you dig up something cheery to write about? And posting about something bitter and sad is like shoving shit up the reader's nostrils.

Which is exactly what this post is about.

Ploughing through each day like a mechanical idiot, at the very least, I am still human enough to feel envy, jealousy and bitterness.

Its the holiday season. And I see so many couples canoodling like prize assholes - hands laced together, megawatt smiles plastered all over their faces, some sneaky butt-grabbing action going on... bla bla bla.

I just want to smash their faces together.

Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I am one big jealous bitch. And yes, how pitiful of me to feel disgust over displays of love which should be celebrated.

Oh, if you revel in rubbing it in other people's faces of your being in love, please allow me to show you how much my fists love your face.

Haaaaa! That's it. I'm losing my marbles. Call me a doctor.