Things have changed, as they do, as they will continue to do. Life has always handed me petty drama, fake smiles and complications beyond my ability to fathom. But all that bitterness is the refuge of the jealous and the angry, much like these words are the refuge of my cluttered mind. The need to vent is one of grand porportion and I don't mind being that outlet.

I'm teeming with intrigue and careening through your jealousy, oh how the faint hearted long to be me