I feel like and my feelings should come with a disclaimer. Whatever that means. It means that sometimes I may be high and feeling creative. I could be practicing some health craze, at the time, who knows what you are about to get.
First, I will be the first to admit I’m crazy. When I say this, in no way am I being offensive. I’m not bringing down any for of mental heath no matter how small that may be for someone else.
Secondly, I think I’m funny. Like funny haha. I’m a sarcastic person with passive-aggressive tendencies that can really piss you the fuck off. You know the dickish asshole you want to punch in the face type. You smiled didn’t you?
Which brings me to my third point. The disclaimer and terms and conditions to Tara. I cuss like a sailor. There will be a lot of fuckery. There will be a lot of shitting. Deal with it because this is my story, right? Or is it?
If you can’t tell by now I’m a squirrel, in my own chaos. It me be annoying but trust when I say this. No one’s chaos is ever uniform for their own mind. If it was, it would no longer be called chaos.
I advised of my intention in my introduction, however, I after I type this I realize I never finished my train of thought. This is my story. This is a safe place for whatever issue. I don’t care who you are everyone is equal and gets the same respect as anyone else. It’s funny I bring up respect.
We are living in a society who has forgotten how to love. Through my writing I intend to speak to you from my mind, as I know it. It doesn’t always make sense. Sometimes it’s fucking too much.Most importantly, there are so many rules. Rules of what you can and can not do. How you should look. How you should act.
With that I say, fuck the rules!!!!!!!!