Surprise Visitor.

Hey suicidal ideation- where the fuck did you come from? Today was going well. Oh right, I went all performance masque in my kitchen and got lost in this creative frenzy. Am I developing bipolar, slowly, or am I just a wild actor woman? I don’t know. I left the bathtub, the warm Epsom salt bearing tub, eventually, and checked my Facebook to receive some delightful correspondence. The gods reward me thus for choosing life. Excellent. 

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A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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