Grab a Drink, We're Going to Be Here Awhile.

Wow, where do I begin?

     I mean, normal people start at the beginning. But, I'm not normal and I have no idea where the beginning....well, begins. So let me just introduce myself. I'm Angela or Angie if you prefer. I'm angry, anxious and living a life centered around insurmountable angst. Oh yeah, I'm kind of sarcastic and borderline snarky when I'm full of emotion...so there ya go. You might be asking yourself: "Why should I listen to what she has to say?" and you may not even be interested at all. That's perfectly fine. I just need a place to get this all out. I need someone who will listen and not coddle me. Someone who won't dismiss my feelings. I don't need someone to tell me to relax, or that everything is going to be okay. I'm not okay. Not at all. And I can't seem to tell anyone because in reality, I have been made to believe that nobody actually does.

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