20151011

School function for kiddo.  Tired, hair's a mess, knew it wouldn't go well, and it didn't.  Too many moms talking to me, at me, through me.  No place to hide, nowhere to run.  Cold and awkward, I couldn't eject fast enough.  It's moments like this when suicide pulls at me the most.  When social inanity and enmity converge in a perfect storm of self loathing.  Maybe I just needed a nap or a haircut to avoid this.  

I'll take a nap now.  

This is more than fear.