Megishere

I wrote this morning. rehashing my previous evening’s outburst. Replaying my bad parenting so I could feel crappy about it again and again and maybe make others feel crappy too as they identify their own mirrored flaws. Using descriptive phrases such as “I went off again last night, unpredictable and messy like a homemade bomb” and “my unapologetic sorrys falling like used tissues around the bed” all so that I could preserve, ressurect, dwell upon a fragment of time that I did not enjoy the first go round. Thankfully whatever spirit lives in my computer wisely misplaced the entry. Somewhere between Add this work and Log in now. the weird thing was that I was already logged in…....but in what dimentia….no I mean in what dimention? Spooky, but cool because really, what is the point of recording a movie that you didn’t even enjoy the first time?