I'd like to be an animal and frolic with my animal family, but here I am again, in a bullshit swamp of bullshit human problems. I desperately need to be expressive and joyful, but it is so impossible to commit to any degree of openness and sincerity if my reward for being emotionally vulnerable continues to be alienation.
I am growing very bitter and world-weary, and I hate it. It is not the sort of being I want to be. I'm a miserable cockroach queer fighting for an inch while fools and bastards take miles. What is there left to do besides throw up my hands and give up on this dark age of the internet? I am burned out on dealing with the fandom cops, the puriteens, the antis, and the cowards who think they're hot enough to run a community when they can't even handle seven hours of feedback.
What more is there?
