This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

June 16, 2011

I'm angry, almost enraged but it must either be a righteous anger or a medically subdued, more calculating rage. I might be even be a rant about the whole freakin' world.

Money.
The pleasure of it
The power manipulation that surrounds it
The excess of it
The need, the basic needs - to eat, to be clothed, to have housing that it so difficult to obtain in these days.

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