Wayfaring Stranger

Star Wars is gay.

Look at me, I smoke cigars and play vinyl records. I’m so unique not like 1,000,000 other hipster glasses wearing d-bags. Also, you live in Stepford Wives hell and you still think you’re one of a kind.

I bet you’re the kind of person who searches your name on this platform to see if anyone thinks you’re relevant or that you matter.

She’s a beautiful girl. Full of love and laughter, creativity and joy. She’s truly is the best of us. I can hear her singing in a different room and the only contribution I have is silent tears and overwhelming grief.

I just want to protect her from all the awful things this world has to offer.

My daughter is in counseling and today she told the counselor she has thoughts of self-harm and sometimes feels like the world would be better off without her. She even has a vague plan. I’m so sad and scared.

If you survived Christmas alone, don’t worry. New Years is coming.

Merry Christmas to the single parents out there who split custody, and today isn’t time with your children.

Fight me.

Hi. Coward.

Is there not a background check for evil tendencies when asking someone to lead worship at a church?

Mother’s Day is another one of those holidays that hit different when you’re single and you spent so much time not single… Happy Mother’s Day It’s hard to watch another man live your life.

Saturdays are the loneliest day. It’s full of emptiness and overwhelming silence. There’s no numbing strong enough. Nothing to fill the hole.

Hello pity, party of one.

I read these tweets and recognize my bitterness and I should probably suck it up and move on…after all, everyone else has. Nah, I’m choosing the pettiness, the unforgivable, the hatred I feel that. I hope you read these and know that you’re firmly planted in my crosshairs.

Why am I the one who has to display kindness at all times? Why do I keep putting myself through this? How can you watch the same thing I’m watching and not recognize your own contributions to the downfall of my life? This is why I find solace in alcohol.

Let me tell you how messed up my life is. I bought my children tickets to a musical that we’re all fans of. My ex wife said “I would have loved to go and see their faces, but I understand you want to take them”. Somehow I got her a ticket to sit with us.

I swear anxiety is always there. The feeling you get in your stomach when you’re waiting for something bad to happen…it just never goes away. You can numb it or let it eat you alive, there’s no in between.