...of parents who don't answer the phone.
...of high gas prices.
...of an inadequacy to offer emotional support.
...of my ever-shedding living room rug.
...of feeling bad for speaking up for my hurting heart.
...of budgetary chicken casserole.
...of ignored phone calls that are supposed to connect me to a financial resource that I need to survive this month.
...of feeling exploited by people who, knowing I want to help wherever I can, withdraw without awareness of its effects on me until I have to get nasty to redraw boundaries, completely negating the original kind intentions.
...of watching my country go to shit because of a bunch of idiots who thought they could vote in God rather than someone equipped to govern...and watching them get close to doing it all fucking over again.
...of wishing I could just move to Canada.
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