Being Frank

Of course I want to let you in. Times are full of strife and I cannot bare the constant betrayel and jackeling of everything I say and do. I also don't want the focus to turn to you. I can barely put words on the page today. I am so fatigued and lost in what I see periforily. Points do not connect to form a straight line. Everything is a little askew. The world exists in a way, but so many lies creates realities that we never want to see. They are "poor me" societies, especially around incestual and community sexual abuse that is enjoyed by "victim" even more than predator. My challanges have been heinously real so these predators fill me full of rage. No one listens to me. For these people they will be heinously TORTURED for reporting on their community systems and sickness. I am sick of even the simplest of questions my way. Everyone KNOWS the hot buttons to push to make me feel less than gutter trash. Well I take it in and move through. If you are to work with me, you must too. I am tired of being YOUR knight in shining armor. I need men to be men for a change. Do your JOBS and find the evidence we need to get out of this sh*t hole. Enough said.