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Stay away.

If you value, even a little, whatever good mood you might happen to be in, then just stay away from me for a while.

I will ruin your mood. I will open my big fat mouth, and I will vomit the truth all over you, and it will not be pretty.

SCRIBBLERESQUE PARENTHETICAL THOUGHT: Often, when I write something like this, my sister calls me and asks if it's her that I'm ranting about and/or to. If, for example, I write about how pissed I am at someone, she'll call me and ask if it's her that I'm pissed at. Of course I tell her that it's not. I wonder why, when I write about some all-consuming love or even some mild crush that I'm feeling, she never calls me then to see if that's about her. I guess there are limits to her paranoia.

Anyway, I don't think that I want to hold anything back anymore. At least not for a while.

Holding things back has gotten me exactly nowhere. Telling the truth has gotten me exactly nowhere.

But at least, if I tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth - at least then I might be able to sleep at night. Instead of being up all fucking night when I have to work the next day. Again.

I want to be able to sleep again. I really do.

So just stay away from me.

Seriously, back the fuck off.