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I suppose existential crisis is a little far-fetched, but…actually…nope. That sounds about right, spot on in fact. Last year was a shit year. I started the year with a miscarriage, which resulted in a confusing mix of grief and relief and triggered some visceral, physiological baby urge that has been hard to shake and hard to understand. 605 more words
You could never get enough of that ugly feeling.
That giddiness as you stand in a cliff built out of such anger.
That high of which you are drunk off dissatisfaction, driven mad by that single imperfection you can’t seem to find, that blazing passionate anger of all there is around you. 107 more words