the kids are not alright.

what do you think drives someones to go through with taking their own life?
like,
what is the final straw?
in my head,
it can be that deep feeling of doom.
as much as you try to tell yourself it’s going to be okay,
your reality is showing you that it might not be.
some people can’t see the glass half full as much as they try.

that or they did something absolutely horrific and death is the best option.
they know they gonna be under the prison so why not end it now.

i always font that when we take your own lives,
even when we have kids,
we are really in a deep place of despair.
hell,
even leaving behind your beloved animal.
i got some shocking news about a couple we have fonted out before.
it’s 1/2 of this viral picture here…

my friend said to me over the weekend:

“life is really testing you right now.
you got a big blessing on the way.”

i need blessing with an s.
it felt good to hear but when you’re in it,
it can feel condescending AF.
last week was utter chaos.

a major blowup at the beginning of the week.
a heavy walking on eggshells the middle of the week.
a 10-person sleepover at the end of the week.
a weekend guest over the weekend.
a no real space to breathe all around.

i had an anxiety attack on friday when i saw 10 people trying to squeeze in here,
and then add on top of that…

i learned the hard way when everything came to ahead.

some people internalize
they’re ultra sensitive
they build stories in silence and then move like they’re facts

under stress,
it can get chaotic.
while i have done the same in past situations,
i found help so i could understand my crazy.
monday and tuesday were an absolute mess.
we had our first shared space fight,
which revealed a lot about each other.

i move on structure and clear communication
they move on impulses and emotions

it reminded me of my grandmother and it triggered me heavy.
after it blew up,
we made up,
but the worst thing happened the next day…

stress can look like chaos happening all at once.
it looks like someone handing you their overwhelm and calling it a conversation.
one minute you’re talking about buying trash bags that ran out,
next minute you’re defending your entire existence in a shared space.
i’ve learned something tonight…

i hit my first snag of “the shared living space” today.

i woke up with a headache during the snag of “the shared living space” too.
when i had my own space,
my saturdays was a day to relax,
maybe run errands,
or do some light Foxholing if i chose to.
in someone else’s space,
however,
i adjust to whatever changes at any given moment.
so today,
quiet wasn’t on the agenda.
i was told an hour before…

he looks good ^here.
whatever he did needs to continue.

nathan lane is an old school gay.

…and if you know an old school gay,
they’ll tell you about yourself so bad,
you may need to find the nearest therapist or roof to jump.
they can be deadly with the mouth like a cancer who is fed up.

i just wanted to plug cancers.
no rhyme or reason.

anyhoo…
if timothée chalamet thought twink death was gonna kill him,
he didn’t expect nathan lane to further put him in the ICU.
timothée has pissed so many people off with that opera/ballet comment:

…for the life of me,
i don’t understand why he thought that was a brilliant idea.
anyhoo,
nathan lane was on “the view” and…