vitamin G

She says, "It's over."

She calls that short but intense fragment of my story telling imagination a textbook example of this time in my life. Never had any common sense. Nobody ever thought I did.

I nod and will accept that she's always right because she has been my whole life, and I'm tired. Restless and tired and sad and happy and everything rolled up into me being an asshole a jerk.

Today I am grateful for a group of imperfect social misfits who fail, succeed, laugh, love. I am grateful I didn't get what I thought I wanted. I am grateful others know better than me.

"Wish I had strong hands and a whole lotta insight to fix up this mess I insist to write."
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