Diary of a Mad Fat Woman

You know how you feel when you drive 120 mph on a perfect desert highway and your favorite song is on as loud as you can get it and the wind is rushing through the sunroof on a balmy clear night? You know how, for a moment, the whole world can make sense because you feel like no matter what happens, it just doesn’t really matter because you are where you are and that’s where you want to be, you’re happy with who you are and that’s who you want to be? Life is a crime when you’re lost in the midst of indecision and complicated soul searching that no one else can see into much less pull you out of so they just stand there mouthing platitudes that sound good to them not knowing that their words aren’t doing a damn thing to find you down there beyond letting you know there’s a party you can join if ya ever find the way out of the nothing. Light a candle my friend and pass it along and light your own way to find a stepping stone… dig your way out to the top of the world where darkness is only a faded memory swirl…ing away… Away… I want to get away…