Sick of hearing ALL the things I need to do, not do, say, not say.
Act this way. Wait, no, do that!
Talk more, whoa, not so much, not so loud, okay?
Smile more or you seem cold.
Nod your seemingly empty head.
Smile — just not too big.
For heavens sake, don’t zag — zig.
Hell girl, dontcha know ALL this by now?!
Where you been?
What you been up to?
Just what are YOU zig zagging at?!
You can go on zigging and zagging all you want. Tell your detractors to zip their zust, and worry about straighting out the zigzags in their own fucked up lives! Besides people trying to micromanage your beautiful zigzags, how are you doing?
I’m trying to keep my cool, as much as a person such as myself can. I suppose, I’m tired of not finding the answer or in this particular instance my diagnosis. They have no idea. Meanwhile…(RIP COLBERT) Meanwhile the detractors are making things more difficult. It’s so terribly unnecessary. It’s hard to find the words, odd thing for me to say, but it’s true. I struggle to find the right words….
I know the no diagnosis issue. My first cancer was never diagnosed. After four lymph node biopsies and a bone marrow biopsy (one of the most painful procedures I’ve experienced), they gave up and treated me for large B-cell lymphoma. I was good for 6 years, then the cancer returned. The second time they got a definitive diagnosis of Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I’m 10 years out after a stem cell transplant.
walk like this
talk like that
the mayor says no
if must not be so
why did i vote for her
arm sleeve
and an adulterer too
so hemingway
woman you re a pocket rocket
ooof!
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