The vast reality of uncertainty makes my rebellion more raw and honest.

Who are you to judge me? I am but you, but, white, female, short, younger, older, what have you but, you all the same. Just looking for answers in a vast sea of questions that will never be directly answered to my face by The Man or really any ONE who feels they have been anointed with the ability to tell me what it is that they think that I am doing that is so wrong. Shit, no one can directly define what wrong is because they are so afraid of being wrong. Lord, he the inanimate object, is the only one to truly know the 'true' wrong from right. So, I will continue to find out for myself what it means to be good and bad, good and evil, or wrong and right. After all, I am the only one who has to live with the decisions I have made for myself. When all is said and done everyone can banish me like a leper and I can die alone like I so yearn for, but not really. Even the most introverted person seeks friendship sometime. 

You and how you're being yourself...

I was told tonight "maybe you embrace yourself the wrong way". What? I sit here not quite sure how to feel. I know nothing. Fuck, I don't know how to be me at this point. So, the question becomes, who shall play the part of Martha? I can't imagine. Is it a hard role or an easily overthought role? What is it that I can't comprehend about myself?

Oh the stupidity of me....

So, my prior pathetic post regarding pleading for comments and whatnot was how do I say this? A bit rushed, for I had not respectfully checked my settings before posting. It was like raw dogging a random. For those of you who do not know what that means that's fucking random person without a condom, it's really stupid. After further review as of a minute ago, I fixed my issue of not having and/or allowing people to comments that were not avid readers and/or followers of my blog. I feel like I use 'and or' too much, but fuck it. So there could've been millions, well not millions but tens of comments that I could've gotten, but didn't because of my flaw. I apologize, sorry. Thank you for your time sorry for being stupid feel free to comment now, and if it doesn't work now the universe hates me or you or both. Thanks Obama.