Rant

God, I'm really angry right now. For why I don't know. I could begin to list all the usual suspects, but that list makes me even more mad, because it is just coming back to all the things I can't do because I'm special (read: especially intolerant of a long list of things that make life fun). Where the fuck is the balance? Is it really all or nothing? One or the other? I just spent the last 28 years trying to dissolve the notion that things are simply black and white, and yet this is what life is showing me repeatedly.

I'm going to bed.