Is the whole body of fact communicating clearly with one another??

Hey universe it’s me, the pleb who can’t say what she feels properly - maybe never will.

One thing’s for certain though, is I am not sure the multi faceted angles are all being taken into consideration with my care here.

When you only have your own thoughts for company and no one to trust them with; how do you suppose the pendulum of time swings in a mind like this? Back and forth, back and forth we go.

It becomes tedious as I am never quite sure if all parties are engaged in the same dance on the same dance floor. There are no winners here. That is life, but we could all be unscathed by one simple act of fucking kindness. Is that too hard for anyone in this world anymore???

The fallout is what can be stopped for all, and with a parting good bye, if that is what my ex ultimately wishes it to be. Either way, I do feel like some parts of this conclusion are missing as (once again) there is a lack of communication from the powers above.

I do think the gate needs closed, my sanity restored and no further fuel needs to be added on a bonfire not of my making.

You all know the dance that has happened and what has everyone paused right now. I can wait and wait no problem now. I’ve lost it all anyway. Just how much can I dust myself down and move on, for all of us, can I do.

Fed up of the shit that has been manifested about me when none of you know me. Not one. Not even the one that shat all over the love I had to offer.

So, just hoping all parties above the ones that think they are important are trying to restore peace. I will hand it all over to someone and walk away if I can get my freedom back and walk the fuck away. It is a story for another day. Can you imagine what it feels like having a key that is like a doomsday device?? Do you?? No! You do not. I would say I am holding my head pretty well but I am angry. Angry at what you are all doing to someone who never went out their way to harm anyone. This is the only way we all walk from this.

So, once more, peace for fuck sake? Sick of it. No one wants me and no one wants to own responsibility for what led me here. Not of my making that is for damn sure.

Can I get my life back and go and write my book?