I am so fucking tired of people telling me what my life is, what my relationship is, and what I Should be doing.

Sedra asked a question recently, in response to a recent post.  Ordinarily I would just reply directly to it, but it is going to be rather long, so I figured I would just make a post about it.

My usual disclaimer is going to apply here.  This is another no caption post.  Its going to involve my long winded self pity, so if you are not interested, just go ahead and skip this one.

I refuse to believe this song was not written about me:

I need a volunteer.

I need someone willing to come and smack me every time I start getting my hopes up.  Maybe then I'll learn.  Because it is way too expensive getting drunk, and it never works anyway.